The sin was done, again. The same mistake. Another slip. Whatever you call it.

It’s funny how people who are seen as successful and other people even envy their lives, are persons who are never completely satisfied. Thats Hiromi’s case, sadly.

He considered himself a man of great morals, with aspirations and dreams ahead of him in addition to his work as a successful lawyer. Everything went to hell that night when you approached him at the bar while he was drinking a glass of his favorite whiskey.

He should’ve backed away from your obvious intentions, drawn a boundary, or even pushed you when you placed your hand on his. To this day he doesn’t know what made him fall for you first. It could be the fact that you didn’t flinch when you saw the flashy wedding ring on his finger or the way you easily hypnotized him with sweet words until he ended up spending the night at your place.

“We can’t, not again.” He whispers with both hands adjusting his tie. Not even bothering to turn behind his shoulder to look at you one last time before leaving.

This has become so routinely and natural, as if you weren’t doing something wrong on the sly.

Hiromi knows very well that if he looks at you right now, lying down with your hair messy and those eyes, he’ll want to crawl back to you. You make it so difficult for him. Even so, it’s immoral, it isn’t right. It’s what he repeats to himself every time he gives himself to you.

May God forgive him. And hopefully his wife finds someone much better than him.