Ray POV
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There was nothing but silence after Troy asked that one-in-a-million question.
Did I ever have an obsession over something… or someone?
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Perhaps, I was no better than my grandfather and father, who had a crazy obsession over women in general. But I had an obsession just for one instead.
I wasn't stupid or dense not to know about my own feelings. But admitting it was a completely different matter.
Because if I did, that was basically the equivalent of admitting that I had been defeated by her, because she plagued my mind for more than a decade constantly, entering all of my dreams, be it good or bad, and causing me to rattle and get distracted at work if I didn't see her photo at least once a day.
Thus, I preferred to never admit it. At least that'd make me have some semblance of independence against her.
I didn't want my entire life to revolve around that fickle woman, at least not until I could make sure that she would never leave my side no matter what.
