I left calmly.
Inside, the atmosphere suddenly relaxed, and everyone resumed drinking and laughing loudly.
Not a single person condemned their behavior or questioned whether they owed me an apology.
I was no longer in love, so there was no need to dwell on it.
I was tired and didn't want to keep fixating on them.
There were more important things in life that deserved my energy.
On the way home, I felt an unprecedented sense of calm.
I wasn't tormented by memories of their passionate kisses.
But once I got home and finished washing up, I still struggled to sleep.
Even with sleeping pills, I couldn't find rest.
I couldn't increase the dosage anymore.
Three years of insomnia couldn't simply be cured by deciding to let go.
I used to spend countless nights watching Ethan's sleeping face to get through the long, dark hours.
Now, I would have to rely on myself.
