I feel angry at him because he knows nothing about me and he has no right to judge me. But I just stand still, looking up at him like a hypnotised mute.

“Well, aren’t you going to say anything, uh?” He demands in a growling tone.

“Go to your fiancée.” Is all that comes out of my mouth to him. I am not sure that’s all I want to say because my cheek feels like it is going to explode at any moment, but I decide that I’ll be the better person today.

He releases my arm. I quickly wrap my hand around it as I’m sure I’ll have a...