Watching Megan scream her heart out, it felt like she had suffered a huge injustice.
I couldn't help but find it a little amusing.
Every time something related to Lucas came up, she seemed to lose her mind and vent her emotions on me.
I still remembered the last time she brought up breaking up; it happened while I was doing housework and accidentally shattered a glass ornament.
At the time, I didn't think much of it, assuming it was just a regular decoration.
But when Megan got home from work, she trembled as she pointed at the shards in the trash can, demanding, "Who did this?"
Confused by her red-rimmed eyes, I explained, "I'm sorry, I accidentally broke it."
"Did you really like this thing? I can buy you another one," I offered, but she pushed me away in anger.
"Buy? Where are you going to find an exact replacement? This was a gift from Lucas before he went abroad, and you broke it."
"Yates, get out of here; we're breaking up."
Seeing her so furious left me at a loss.
I could only stand outside her door, feeling small, begging her not to leave me.
But now, I didn't want to and wouldn't keep lowering my standards just to please her.
It felt like a pointless struggle—too exhausting and too much pressure!
I ignored her screams, lowered my gaze, and turned to leave.
Fine, let's break up; this time, I wouldn't chase after her.
In the middle of the night, a frantic phone call jolted me awake.
"Yates, Megan's phone is unreachable; her dad was in a car accident and is now in the emergency room. You need to come quickly."
The voice on the other end was filled with chaos, and I could hear Megan's mother crying intermittently.
A car accident?
