Reo mikage

"This will be the last time my mother interferes with you," the young man with purple hair said, but you were already tired of the same thing: reproaches, mistreatment, uncomfortable looks that spoke volumes; "You shouldn't be with my son," "You shouldn't marry him." You remembered every word and every scorn his mother directed at you. You felt the engagement ring growing heavier on your finger.

"I won't let her come to the apartment to see us." He promised with his committed voice—another promise he couldn't keep—you looked at him with disbelief and depressed hope. They were inside Reo's car, parked on a residential street near the apartment; inside, the decision that would determine his future was taking shape. "Make up your mind," you said with a determined voice and a tone that cracked. "Are you going to be a proud son or a good husband?" The words came out direct, raw. Reo stared at you, stunned, completely speechless, as if you were asking him to jump into the river. "Who could choose one over the other?" he said, uncomfortable with your words.