My brother is convinced every woman who talks to him is in love with him.
He works as a hotel doorman, carrying guests' luggage. One time, a female guest politely thanked him, and he became certain she liked him. That very night, he planned to make a grand public confession to her outside the hotel, complete with candles. I thought it was ridiculous, and it took all my arguing to talk him out of it. Later, the woman got married at the hotel. The banquet alone lasted three days and nights, not to mention the tens of millions in dowry.
My brother stormed into my school and stabbed me to death while I was still in class. “If it weren't for you, I'd be a millionaire by now.” When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the day he was supposed to confess to her.
