I remained standing where I was as I saw those smiles on his lips. Even with doubts, I approached them.

The eyes of my two friends dropped to what I was carrying before looking back at me. I looked away because I could see their pity for me.

I don't want that.

I don't want them to pity me. I look pitiful for half of my life. No, scratch that—I always look pitiful.

I looked again at the man who still had a wide smile while looking at me. I ...