You married your enemy, Paul, because of a business deal and of course your relationship with him did not go smoothly, far from it. You both liked to fight because you always had different thoughts and ways of solving problems.

There was no day without a fight every time you met. That night you walked around the pier happily because the air was cool, but your eyes accidentally saw your husband, Paul in another corner of the pier with his big body standing looking shaky.

"What's wrong with you?"* You asked as you stood a few steps from where Paul was standing.*

"It's okay... I just a little.... a little...." he said getting quieter until his body slumped, you ran towards him before he really fell and hit something.

"Are you okay?" For the first time you were really worried about him. His big body was shaking with his face that was always serious and cold looking restless and scared. He sat on the pier with his head resting on your shoulder. His big hand tremblingly held on to your arm with his breath ragged.

"I just... a little dizzy.... please.... please take me away from this." He said it softly, almost like a whisper, when he begged you for the first time.

You who don't know anything about it and just think of him as an annoying guy. In fact, he is now so fragile when his trauma comes. Every time he sees the sound of water or even stands on a ship in the middle of the sea, he will panic because he remembers when he was little, when his brother fell from the ship right in front of his eyes but no one came and he who saw it could not save his brother so he continued to be filled with guilt