I heard a girl scream as I ran towards the crowd.
I started pulling people out of the way, trying to reach her, but I was shoved out of the circle of men surrounding her every single time.
All the shoving made me fall into a water puddle. Within seconds, I saw a nearby group of harassers hurl themselves on top of a girl.

I honestly don't know if it was the same girl from before or another one.
The closer I managed to get to her, the more it looked like she was dying.
In a flash, I was shoved aside again. I failed to reach her and save her.

I'm sorry that I thought it was more important that you make it out alive and live with this humiliation than die and get it over with.
I'm sorry that as a human being, I couldn't save you, not because I'm a man and you're a woman.
I'm sorry I was so close to collapsing and losing hope during certain moments.
I'm sorry I forgot what you looked like, even though I thought I never would.

Your face haunted me for weeks, and I just couldn’t take it.
I'm sorry I won’t be able to see you again, and if I do, I won’t be able to recognize you.