PROLOGUE

This scene was like a movie wherein the police officers chased a criminal, tried to save two teenagers, and maybe get big cash rewards from their wealthy families. Out of nervousness, the kidnapper speed up the gasoline so he could escape from them. The kidnapper didn't notice the truck speeding up on their way and the last thing they remembered was the car crashing and rolling on the busy midnight street. 

In the backseat, you can see the young man trying to push the girl out of the burning car. However, the girl pulled away from his grip and held his cheek instead. It's a cliche, puppy love story where a knight was trying to save his princess from danger, but in this situation, the princess does not want to be a damsel in distress. She held his right cheek and pinch it a little; a familiar gesture from her that he learned to love. 

"I'm sorry," the young girl said before she forcefully pushed the young man out of the car. The police officers saw the scene and immediately approach the man and pulled him away from the danger. He was trying to hold her hand but two police were dragging him. 

"Save the young man!" the general shouted and they immediately obliged. 

"N-no! Save her, too! I said get her out of the car!" the young man shouted back but no one seemed to hear him. He looked at the girl and he saw her genuinely smile at her. She waved her hand and the last thing that they heard was the loud explosion 

"No!! Anna!!" he shouted her name repeatedly until he collapsed and fainted. 

If only his family listened to his pleas... 

If only he didn't force Anna to escape with him...

If only the police listened to him to also save her... 

Then all of these miseries wouldn't happen. 

*--*

"Sir, your father wants to talk to you." he rolled his eyes and grab the paper and marker beside him. 

"Tell him I'm busy and I don't have time for petty chitchat!" he showed his secretary the response that he wrote. 

She nodded and left him. 

If not because of him, then Anna would have been still alive, he thought. He sent him a message instead. "Don't waste your time and money on getting another psychiatrist. I hate them! Don't you ever make them step foot inside my office once again. Believe me, you wouldn't like it when I went mad."