His sadness

Sara POV

I knocked on his door to bandage his palm, but he didn't open it, so I pushed the door to enter his room without his permission. He stood by the glass pane, lost in his world, peering out.

"Aron." I softly uttered his name in an attempt to catch his attention, but he refused to look at me.

I don't know why Jerry asked me to wrap his hand in bandages. I went to his room and turned the light on.

"What are you doing here?" He was still frustrated with me.

However, I'm not sure what I did to make him upset with me.

"Your palm has a wound, so let me bandage it." I took a careful hold of his palm and examined the deep cut on his hand.

"Sara, I am fine with this cut; I don't need any bandages." He jerked my hand to free his palm from my grasp.

"Why are you taking out your anger on yourself?" Once more, I forcefully gripped his palm and wrapped it in a bandage. This time, he calmly stared at my face instead of attempting to remove his palm from my hold.

"I am sorry, Aron; I don't have any idea that he was your dad."

I apologized to him for insulting his dad in public, but his actions have hurt my self-respect, so I can't help but show him the consequences of his actions.

"Sara, it's all right." He exhaled deeply and stared at the floor.

What happened to him? I never saw him as serious. I don't understand his strange behavior, as he wasn't venting his rage on me by raping me, nor was he speaking to me normally. I understand how to handle his ignorance and aggression, but when I witness his sadness, I find myself completely at a loss for words.

I wanted him to console so that he could overcome his sadness, but I don't understand why I have to console him when I don't even know the reason for his sadness. Upon entering his room, I had no intention of conversing with him. After putting on bandages, I want to leave his room. However, upon witnessing his sadness, my anger towards him vanished, and his sorrow consumed me.

Did I offend his father, causing him to become depressed? Or was he depressed because I made him confront humiliation? Perhaps the events at the hotel contributed to his sadness. How could a trivial matter cause him such depression? I do not think he cares about me. I immediately dismissed the possibility that his sadness was my fault.

Whatever the cause of his sadness, I want to make him feel good. But what should I do to make him happy? He found happiness solely through sexual activities. No, I can't seduce him to have me. I tightly hugged him, unable to find a way to alleviate his sadness.

At first, he didn't respond to my hug, but when I did not release him from my grip, he returned my hug in equal favor.

I grabbed his shoulder with one arm and, with my other hand, stroked his hair. He bowed to hide his head in my neck's crook and sobbed out loud. I never thought my hug would make him cry. My body froze as I felt the vibrations from his cries. He didn't say anything to me, but I could tell by his tears that something today had wounded him.

I took a seat on the couch to provide support for my body because I couldn't bear his huge weight for very long. I wanted to know why he was sobbing, but I didn't want to interrupt him. After his sobs subsided, I stopped touching his back with my hand.

"Sara, I am sorry. Because of my actions today, you are experiencing embarrassment in public." He raised his head from my neck's crook and looked at me with an apologetic gaze.

"What?" I was shocked to find out the reason for his intense sobbing.

Did what transpired in the hotel truly make him sad? I questioned my subconscious.

"Sara, I already caused you so much pain, and now, because of my cowardice, you have to bear such humiliation. If I don't hide our marriage from this world, then no one dares to lay eyes on you. My lust has always driven me, and I mistakenly believed that you were the source of my satisfaction. You are not a sexual toy for me.

I wanted to tell you that I have feelings for you, not as a friend but I feel so many things for you. In you, I found a friend, mentor, teacher, counselor, and everything."

My eyes opened on hearing his words. What is he saying? Lover? Maybe it is not in the right state?

"Did you consume alcohol?" I smelled his mouth to confirm my suspicion, but he wasn't under the influence of alcohol.

"Sara, I understand that it's difficult for you to accept the fact that I truly fell in love with you." He looked deep into my eyes.

"What are you saying, Aaron? That can not be possible. I can't cheat Jerry." Startled, I rose from the couch. Although I've always wanted his affection, I find it challenging to accept it when he tells me that he loves me.

"Sara, I understand that you find it challenging to trust me since you have always seen a sex addict in me, but you have helped me realize that I am more than just a sex addict." He also got up from the couch and looked into my eyes.

"How could you break her heart? You belong to her." My brain stopped processing anything after hearing his confession.

"We don't even have a relationship; I've never loved her. We were only bound by addiction." I don't understand why he is telling me all of this now.

When I asked him about Jerry in the past, he never provided me with the truth, so I'm not sure why he's suddenly opening up to me. Why is he confessing his feelings to me in such an emotional way?