I struggled to my feet, brushing the dust from my pajamas. The fire shone a warm light on my face, but my voice was icy.
"It's okay. I opened the album and saw insects crawling in it, probably cockroaches, so I burned it." I lied to calm him down.
Seeing my calm demeanor, Lucas finally realized that he might have overreacted. He took a deep breath and softened his tone.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry, I'm a little upset. We've been collecting these photos for ten years. Weren't we supposed to share them at our wedding? Why did you burn them?" She looked very sad and full of deep regret. However, I wasn't touched by her behavior at all. My heart began to accept her behavior at that point.
"If there are any unexpected problems, you can wait for my return or at least send me a message. I'll take care of it," she added.
I didn't bother to look at him. The man standing before me is no longer the boy who once promised to protect me forever.
"You've been busy with work for ages, so I don't want to bother you with something trivial." I said coldly.
He stood next to me, staring sadly at the ashes. This scene was so ironic - he was the one who ruined our ten year relationship for another woman, yet here he was, acting like he still cared and gave his attention. I really couldn't stomach his chameleon-like behavior.
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I turned to go back inside, but she mistook my indifference for pouting and pulled me into her arms. The sickeningly sweet scent of Black Opium's perfume filled the air, making me sneeze repeatedly, but he didn't let go, seemingly overcome with remorse.
"Are you feeling ill?" he asked, his voice soft. "I'm sorry. I know I've been neglecting you lately. As soon as things settle down, we'll take the photos back, okay? We'll make up for what we lost - double, in fact!" She said, trying to convince me.
If it had been before, hearing those words might have softened my heart. But after going to the emergency room and realizing that he had forgotten about my severe allergies for another woman, I could no longer pretend. I didn't want anything to do with him. He was so quick to forget me and move on to another woman. I was so devastated. I even felt like I was worse than this petty woman.
When she finally let me go, I walked away with determination and said, "There's no need to apologize. If you really want to make it up to me, maybe you can throw me a real birthday party.
Because of my allergy to cream, I always missed my own celebrations. But since I was leaving soon, I wanted to share at least one day of the birthday party with her.
Surprisingly, she seemed confused by my simple request. She nodded, but before she could reply, her phone rang. Looking at the screen, she quickly explained, "I have urgent business from the office. Don't wait for me tonight - I'll make it up to you, I promise."
As she spoke, he was already backing away. By the time she finished, she was several feet away, almost running.
I knew it was a special ringtone for Amora, but I didn't confront her about her lie.
The next morning, people arrived to prepare for the party, and among them was Amora herself. She claimed to be there to oversee the party preparations, as she was the one who designed them. Towards the end of the day, however, I saw that the decorations were just a simplified version of her own birthday party.
As the workers left, she walked over with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Well, everyone worked hard all day. What do you think, is it to your liking?"
As I stared at her, my gaze shifted to the necklace she was wearing - a necklace that had been lost. My eyes narrowed as I said in a cold tone, "Used jewelry for a used person. It suits you perfectly."
Hearing my words, Amora looked offended, and without saying anything else, she turned her head to the side, picked up a crystal ornament, and smashed it to the ground. The crystal shards hurt her legs and she began to cry miserably.
Before I could react, Fedrict rushed over and slapped me across the face.
"Enough with the tantrums! Amora took time off to help with your party, and this is how you repay her?" he grumbled.
"If you don't like it, do it yourself!"
Without waiting for an explanation, she picked up Amora and stormed out. I sat alone in the now lifeless room, the silence around me growing heavier.
"I seem to have just lost half my heart, I saw it clearly. I didn't expect him to defend her without seeing what really happened. Fedrict is completely different, he doesn't care about me at all, let alone see the truth, which is clearly not my fault. "He's completely different now!" I said. I clenched my fists tightly. I was determined to get over her and end this quickly. I couldn't stand being around them, seeing them together, joking and laughing while I lamented my loneliness.
She even transferred me to the administration department to be with her. It all made me really sick.
The next morning, no one came to the party. Well, it wasn't really surprising - Fedrict had been my only friend for ten years. And my colleagues seemed to have ignored my invitation.
When the cake arrived, I opened the box, cut it into small pieces, and stuck a candle inside. I closed my eyes and made a simple wish. "May we never meet again."
I couldn't even eat the cake because of my allergies. When my phone rang, signaling the end of my countdown, I grabbed my suitcase and walked out without looking back.
On the way to the airport, I sent Fedrict one last message.
"Let's end it here. No need to contact each other anymore."
Even though our relationship wasn't clear, this wasn't a breakup. Just a simple end to ten years of my life.
When I turned off my phone before going upstairs, he was already calling me like crazy.
How long has it been since she worried about me like that? Three years? Five years? Or maybe even longer. In my memory, we were always inseparable, understanding each other better than anyone else in the world. Sometimes we didn't need words, just a look in his eyes was enough for him to know how I felt. "I didn't expect our story to end like this.
