The Last Person I Loved - 06

I Came Back


When she nodded and asked me to leave…
I actually left.
I started my scooter and drove away without saying anything.
Honestly, my mind had stopped working at that moment.
The entire situation felt unreal.
Just ten minutes earlier, we were casually talking outside a hotel like always. And now suddenly, her boyfriend and his brother were standing there threatening us.
I kept driving silently.
But the moment I reached the corner of the road…
something inside me snapped.
One voice inside my head kept repeating:
“So this is it?” “You’re leaving her alone just because someone threatened you?” “This is how you’re going to love her?”
I slowed down.
Then stopped the scooter completely.
And honestly… for the first time in my life, I felt disappointed in myself.
I immediately turned the vehicle around and drove back.
By the time I returned, the brother’s car was gone.
Only she and her boyfriend were standing there now.
The moment she saw me returning, I noticed relief in her eyes instantly.
A silent: “Thank you for coming back.”
I parked beside them and calmly said, “Clear everything today. Properly.”
Then I walked a little away and sat on a nearby bench, giving them space to talk.
While sitting there, one thought suddenly hit me.
That school friend.
The unknown call.
Something felt wrong.
So I took out my phone and called him.
The moment he picked up, I directly asked, “What exactly did you do? And whom did you share things with?”
Before he could answer properly…
suddenly I heard her voice nearby.
Not from in front of me.
From my phone.
I froze.
Slowly, I turned around.
And in that exact moment, I realized the truth.
Her boyfriend was the one who had called me pretending to be my school friend.
For a few seconds, my brain genuinely went blank.
And then…
I lost my temper completely.
Now let me tell you something honestly.
In normal life, I’m not some fearless hero. I avoid fights. I avoid arguments. I even get nervous when people shout loudly.
But one thing I absolutely cannot tolerate is dishonesty.
If I feel someone is trying to manipulate me or make me look like a fool…
something inside me changes instantly.
I stood up and walked straight toward him.
This time there was no nervousness left.
I looked directly into his eyes and asked,
“You were the one who called me that day?”
He smirked slightly and replied, “Yes. So what?”
Then he started abusing me.
And that was enough.
In anger, I punched the seat of my own scooter so hard that even he got shocked for a second.
The abuse stopped immediately.
He stared at me silently.
And honestly… at that moment, even I realized I was angrier than I had ever been before.
I pointed at him and said slowly,
“If you try pulling something like this again… next time my fist won’t hit the scooter.”
Complete silence.
Then I turned toward her.
“Let’s go.”
She looked at him. Then at me.
I repeated calmly, “Let’s go.”
But after a few seconds, she said softly, “I need to drop him. His brother already left.”
For a moment, I just stared at her.
Then I nodded slowly.
“Okay. Fine. But clear everything properly.”
And without saying anything else, I left.
That night, her messages kept coming continuously.
“Sorry.” “It won’t happen again.” “Please don’t be angry.”
But honestly… I needed space.
Not because I hated her.
Not because I was angry at her.
But because this was my first relationship. And emotionally, everything felt too heavy for me suddenly.
So from the next day onward, I started avoiding her.
She waited for me in the parking lot every morning.
I started reaching late intentionally.
In the evenings too, I stayed back in office longer than usual just so I wouldn’t have to face those conversations immediately.
This continued for three or four days.
And strangely…
during those few days, I realized something important.
No matter how much I tried to avoid her…
my entire day still felt incomplete without seeing her.