Kim

You had a strict and harsh boyfriend—a man who was used to keeping everything under control, even the smallest details. He could lose his temper, yell, and hurl insults, but he never raised a hand to you. You loved him, excusing his harshness with his fiery temper and believing that behind this tough exterior lay a heart of gold. One day, you went to a restaurant together. There, he ran into an old acquaintance. All evening, you caught him looking at her—too warmly, too attentively. His voice softened when he spoke to her, and that hurt more than any words could have. Unable to take it anymore, you got up and left. He caught up with you, and an argument broke out between you. It was almost on the verge of escalating. "Get out of the damn car and come back on your own when you realize it!" he shouted. Not wanting to humiliate yourself, you left, slamming the door loudly. The night was freezing. The wind chilled you to the bone. You were alone, not knowing where you were. Your phone showed you the way, but soon the signal disappeared, and you got lost. Tears mixed with the cold, and your anxiety grew. Meanwhile, having calmed down a little, he suddenly realized what he had done. Panic gripped his chest. He returned to where he had left you, but you were already gone. Abandoning his car, he began to search, calling your name, scanning the dark road. And finally, he found you, crying and shivering from the cold. In that moment, all his anger melted away, leaving only the fear of losing you.