Chapter 9

Extra: Yves Chapman

My name was Yves Chapman.

I played a romantic piano piece at a soiree during my third year of college. After the event, a young woman asked me for my number.

She was passionate and fiery, with a bold and unwavering gaze. Her eyes were bright when she looked at me.

I was captivated, basking in her unreserved love. She allowed me to know what true love was.

I envied her for her freedom and determination. She seemed to have an endless drive for the things she liked.

But I was despicable.

Afraid that she would one day look away from me, I kept her at arm's length. After all, people did not cherish what came too easily into possession.

I would ignore her purposefully and then turn around and treat her kindly once in a while.

I wasn't the perfect man she thought I was. I was despicable.

Often, in the middle of the night, my anxieties would act up. I would worry that she would leave me because of how I acted, yet her persistence surprised me.

Slowly, I became g