My Fiancée Hates Me

I am always saved by this person...Whenever I am experiencing any troubles or doubt, he is always there right beside me like a guardian Angel.

Garett led me to the medical sickbay and had me sit on a chair while he looked around for medicine. After finding a small container, Garett grabbed a chair before scooting towards me.

I found him exceedingly close from how our knees were touching each other. I could not look at him straight in the eye, so I kept my gaze lowered, but then realized that I was staring at our interlocked legs and felt even more embarrassed at the situation. In the end, I just chose to tightly shut my eyes.

"Why does it seem like you are bracing yourself?" Garett asked as he opened the salve container.

I snapped my eyes open.

I remembered back to those days where I had to practice dancing with Garett in my first life. He would always ruthlessly step on my toes if I ever accidentally stepped on his feet. He was rarely ever kind to me in those days.

"...I am ready!" I said strongly as I braced myself.

"This will hurt a bit," Garett said as he slathered the ointment over my cheek.

Instead of pain, I felt my cheek slowly grow numb and cool with his every touch. He then lightly taped a bandage with dressing over my cheek.

is a

seem to always appear when I am

surprise. He then lowered

Gaelle turning out that way is all because of me...I help you because I want to lessen my own guilt," Garett said as he laced

feel miserable...and not

fiancée and his wife of our past lives. I am supposed to love him above all others, yet I

my memories and I barely remember you, yet my heart mysteriously yearns for you. The people who know me well will not tell me anything about my missing memories. All I can do is just wait for these memories that may or may never return. I feel alone all of the time. It feels like there

cannot be the one to fill that void," Garett said

eyes, I rejected this person.

Garett is a little different from the one I used to know. He is much more caring and kinder than the one in my memories. As oblivious as I usually am to my own feelings, I am aware that

and darkest secret to him. They were feelings that I could not even dare convey to my own fiancé out of fear that my thoughts would ruin everything. Now, I am still just as miserable

parts of my memory is so inconvenient...It feels as if I am dancing to another's tune. In this case, I am dancing around myself who has lived this life and undeniably...ruined everything around me as well as

the stairs when they saw the injury over my cheek. After having an

of me killing myself. The only other option I had was taking a drug that could lead to my own

left behind each day...and that is one of the loneliest feelings I