He loved her. He truly loved her. And that was the reason why he couldn’t imagine a life without her, even if he knew that her being with him could only bring about her downfall.
Despite that knowledge, he couldn’t see her with another man, and couldn’t find it in him to accept it no matter who it might be.
So, when he saw Julie –his Julie, his beloved, the one and only who held his heart in the palm of her hands– laughing in a café with a dark haired brown-eyed man in a seemingly intimate manner, his blood boiled in his veins.
His vision blurred as he clenched and unclenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He then willed his muscles to loosen up a little bit before taking a few resolute steps.
As he approached their table, trying to look as calm and collected as possible, he felt
