So...ehm...sorry? This...wow...this will break you. Like get you best sad music playlist because we going for a damn ride here guys.
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Jay had never experienced love, not like others did. He never received kisses from his mother or hugs when he did something good because, for her, it was expected of him. He didn't really have a chance to be bad. The only love he felt was when his uncle would visit him, taking his time to praise Jay whenever he accomplished something. Even when his mother never praised him for executing a trick on his bike, for his uncle? it was impressive.
And then he died.
and it was Jay's fault.
Since his uncle's death, Jay didn't even get this love anymore.
Once again, he was left alone by the world.
Then he met Minu, Dom, and June. Over time, he met Vinny, Shelly, and other people. And he met her.
Arezou Kang.
A girl who would never hold herself back, checking on him even when he was a complete bastard to her. Even when he pushed her away, she never stopped coming back to him. She would fight against him, everything just to treat his wounds, making sure he was okay and would be better. She walked after him to ensure he did not fall behind, making sure he didn't overwork himself.
And he felt love again.
But he was scared. Scared to love because the things he loved were ripped away from him. He never experienced love, so how could he give it back? How could he say it, show it, and confess it? He didn't know any of these things. He didn't have a clue how to do it. So, he kept quiet and didn't say a single word because they wouldn't come out of his mouth. Because he couldn't say them, as they weren't the right words in his head.
Even when he knew that she loved him.
Even when he knew it for so long, he just couldn't say anything and didn't answer any of her advances. And now, as she was going away, for who knows how long, he felt scared. Scared that the feeling of love would be ripped away from him once again. And he didn't know what to do because Veronica was right.
Did he really have the right to say something?To hold her back? When he was the reason why she flew away from Korea?
He wished he could say yes, that he should go to her, that he should go and tell her what she meant to him. But he knew the answer was no. He knew that he was the last person who could say something, the last person who should talk to her, the last person allowed to say anything.
