Chapter 8

I continued, "I would never hurt you, but I would've done everything to fix this with you. Even if you stayed like this forever, I could have handled it. "That's why I'm not just disgusted. I find it all ridiculous, too. When you tried to push all the blame on me, I realized you're just worse than trash." When I was done, Keith's face was beyond pale. He looked so fragile that it seemed like he could crumble at any moment. He made me feel that the Keith I once loved was fake. Now, with his true self unveiled, it felt cold and repulsive. I was left with both disgust and a lingering fear. I turned away from him and pulled my suitcase, leaving the banquet hall without looking back. Keith ran after me, but he didn't watch his step and tripped over a tablecloth. The stacked champagne tower collapsed onto him. He curled up among the broken glass, drenched. There were cuts on his suit, skin, and face. He had once secretly wanted pain like this, but now there was no pleasure, only agony