Early morning.
I sat brooding in front of my computer.
Midway through, I went downstairs to grab a bite.
My mom was in the living room watching TV.
Suddenly, a breaking news segment appeared on the screen:
**Breaking News: The Armstrong Corporation announces the engagement ceremony of Mr. Ryker Armstrong and Ms. Sydney Wells, set for mid-next month.**
I froze.
An engagement on a private island?
It seems like a lifetime ago when I clung to Ryker Armstrong so much.
I remember begging him:
“Isn't an island so romantic? Can we have our engagement there?”
He always looked so detached and annoyed.
“Emely, can you stop this?”
“I’m working.”
Seeing him upset, I immediately sat quietly beside him. “Okay, I won’t say anything. You go ahead and work.”
The memory faded.
I snapped back to the present.
My mom noticed me and seemed startled.
“Emely, why are you downstairs?”
“Are you going out? Where to? I can come with you.”
She had already asked someone to retrieve her purse and was searching for the remote to turn off the TV.
Watching her anxious and awkward actions, I understood.
She was just scared that I'd become clingy again, constantly sticking to Ryker Armstrong like glue.
But, Mom, I won’t anymore.
Never again.
"I'm not going out, just came to grab some food."
“What?”
I had already picked up a bottle of juice and turned to head back upstairs.
At the stairs, my mom still looked surprised.
“Emely, you…”
I sniffled.
“Mom, you go ahead and watch TV. I’m going back upstairs to work.”
