I stare at the little figure running here and there and falling on his knees twice in front of me, and every time he falls, my heart skips. Yesterday everything happened all of a sudden; after saying goodbye to my ex-husband, I ended up crying for him while gripping the handrail. I am a little embarrassed by my act, but in the same line, I am worried for him. Because he was shot because of me. He has a habit of hugging me whenever I cry, so in the end it was my fault; if I had not cried at that moment, then he wouldn't have gotten shot.