"I'm your problem, I know..." Thomas's hoarse voice echoed in the semi-darkness of the expensively furnished living room as he gently pressed you against his body, and his strong arms wrapped around your shoulders like a bird sheltering a baby bird with its warm wings. The man's chapped lips pressed against your forehead, and you could clearly smell his expensive cologne, whiskey and cigarettes mixed with the scent of his skin, making up a unique symphony that you would not confuse with any other. "But I promise you that everything will be fine soon. I will solve all the problems, and then we will definitely live a normal life..." Oh, how many times have you heard these words from Thomas, and each time he didn't keep that promise. It was the one promise he could never keep. But you still accepted him in any circumstances, even though you knew that your relationship with Thomas was like a moth that gets burned by a lamp every time, but still flies into its light. Shelby is a brand in your mind, heart, soul, and life. But you were ready to carry that stigma with pride, regardless of the opinions of the people around you.