But soon.
Olivia discovered that diary.
The last fig leaf between them was torn off.
Olivia didn’t despise his possessiveness like his mother had despised his father’s, nor did she call him a pervert and tell him to get lost like his mother had.
Instead, she readily accepted his unseemly side, and took the initiative to hug him, calling him a fool.
He shed tears, hugging her tightly back, as if finally grasping the thorn that had been hanging in his heart for years.
So love doesn’t have to be silent after all.
So possessiveness can be righteous too.
The responsibility of an older partner is not just protection, but also honest communication.
(The End)
