40|Her Touch

[Otis]

I stared at my right hand. Camari touched it two nights ago. If I could, I wouldn't touch water or wash it forever. My heart slowly beat faster. Only thinking about her, my body gave a reaction I didn't expect.

I didn't know why the nightmare was back. I hadn't thought about Jim and everyone from my high school in a long time. Although I was bullied in middle school, the worst incidents were in high school and college because my friends were like giants around me.

Maybe my short body gave them the courage to make fun of me. After all, I was an easy target. Father didn't care what happened to me. I came home battered, but only Mother cried for me.

Father never talked to the school or tried to stop the abuse I was receiving. His silence made the people at school and college even worse. Because the person who attacked me was the son of a prominent person, the school chose to remain silent.

Had I hired a bodyguard a long time ago, perhaps my psychological state wouldn't have been th