The Day I Died, He Married Her

Chapter 18

I started avoiding Rachel, afraid to meet her innocent gaze.

Lately, I've been dreaming constantly.

In every dream, it's always her face.

She lies beneath me, weeping softly, delicate and fragile.

She whimpers in pain.

I can only kiss away her tears gently before losing myself in her once more.

Each time I wake, I'm disgusted by the filth of my own fantasies.

How could I harbor such vile thoughts about Rachel?

She's too good, too pure—I shouldn't taint her.

Today, Rachel and I had a fight.

She accused me of ignoring her and asked if I had feelings for someone else. I deliberately kept a straight face and stayed silent, angering her until she stormed off.

I thought—maybe it's time to put some distance between us.

She sees me as her dearest brother, and I shouldn't harbor these forbidden thoughts about her.

But I never expected Rachel to be so stubborn this time. Night fell, and she still hadn't come home.

That was when panic seized me.

I found her at a street corner, struggling with a drunkard.

She looked so small, her face pale with fear, her eyes red from crying.

In that moment, fury surged through me like a tidal wave—unstoppable, uncontrollable.

I knocked the drunkard down, though I got hurt in the process.

But I didn't care.

That was the first time I ever held Rachel in my arms.

She trembled against my chest, clinging to me desperately, sobbing my name.

As I tightened my embrace, I finally faced the truth of my own heart.

Rachel is my life.

I love her.

And from now on, I won't let anyone hurt her.