26: TRIGGERED

As I gazed at him, he seemed ready to explode at any moment, his eyes brimming with anger and hatred. It was frustrating that I couldn't do anything to help him calm down. I just let him vent.

He punched the steering wheel repeatedly, seemingly oblivious to my presence beside him. I tried to reach out and calm him, but he brushed my hands away. How could he remain so agitated? How could he push away my attempts to comfort him? I wanted to unleash my own anger, but it seemed he wouldn't even notice if I left now. So, I did. I got out of the car, leaving him to continue pounding on the steering wheel.

I wanted to explode with rage, but I couldn't. It felt so unfair! Why did I feel hurt knowing there were still things that could make him forget about me? And I knew what those things were—his business and his wealth. I was about to cross the pedestrian lane when someone grabbed my hand, causing me to face them.

As I stepped out of the car, the sting of rejection and frustration engulfed m