I should've left her alone, but I couldn't do it.
I was trying to be the hero. Trying to save her.
But the hero doesn't always win.
Sometimes he's punished.
I know because I've seen it happen.
My dad almost killed my brother.
All because he spoke up. Fought back.
I should've learned from that.
So why didn't I leave her alone?
Why couldn't I let her go?
They say the past repeats itself.
But I swore mine never would.
I'd escaped that life.
So how did it find me again?
I've seen how this story ends.
My brother almost died.
Now, because I was stupid,
the same might happen to me.