Chapter 12
Chapter 12
At Brain’s birthday party, I met the friends who had advised him to take things slow in chasing a girl.
I had assumed they’d all be troublemakers like him.
But their personalities were the complete opposite–reserved, refined, and polite to a fault.
The most enthusiastic greeting I got was:
“We’ve heard so much about you.”
long had they been hearing about me?
Since that birthday party three years ago, the one I never got to attend.
Back then, Brain had told them he was bringing a girl.
It was a rare event.
The famously aloof Brain Warrick, who treated every heiress in their circle with indifference, softened his tone when he spoke about “that girl.”
His friends couldn’t help but take it seriously and prepared early for her arrival.
But instead of meeting her, they were greeted by a half–dead Brain in the hospital.
It was the first time they had seen the fearless, defiant Brain reduced to such a fragile state.
He looked as though the slightest breeze might snuff him out forever.
The doctors had suggested speaking to him about things that might stimulate him.
Not knowing my name or who I was, they could only repeat,
“We’re still waiting to meet the girl you promised to bring to the party.”
Their persistence eventually paid off. Over a year later, on an ordinary evening, Brain opened his eyes.
Mr. Warrick visited him in the hospital and said,
“If you want to return to the country to see her, or even marry her, I won’t stop you. But you have to stand up, stand tall, and stand firm.”
From then on, Brain threw himself into endless rehabilitation exercises and grueling management courses for the family business.
When his friends visited, they teased him with a smile:
“Will we finally meet her at your next birthday party?”
Raising his head from a pile of documents, Brain replied firmly,
“You will.”
And here we were, finally meeting at a party three years late.
These were things Brain never told me.
After our reunion, I had asked him about his injuries.
But each time, he brushed it off casually.
“How bad could it have been? I’m fine now, aren’t 17”
His friends told me:
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“Don’t feel pressured. These were his choices, not yours. You must be an incredible person to inspire such devotion.”
“We’re not trying to guilt you. We just think you deserve to know how much he treasures you. Brain is a good person too.”
I turned to look at Brain, standing on the balcony with his phone.
A wave of sadness surged in my heart.
It seemed like his love for me…
was so much more than mine for him.
