But this time, I didn’t plan to compromise. If he didn’t love me, why did he accept my confession in the first place? If he didn’t want to touch me at all, why did he agree to live
together?
I didn’t want to continue living like this for another second. Being with James, I lived like a stranger, walking on eggshells for a year.
I also wanted to be able to do nothing when I got home, lie on the couch and scroll through my phone, instead of changing slippers, taking a shower, and constantly worrying about dirtying his territory.
I wiped away a tear and sat up, “I’ve thought it through.”
“I’ll pack my things and move out later.”
James frowned, looking at me deeply, and finally didn’t open his mouth to persuade me, “Okay, do you want me to call you a car?”
I clutched my chest, took a deep breath, and quietly chanted to myself, “Don’t get angry, don’t get angry, don’t argue with an idiot…”
I got up and angrily packed my luggage to leave, obviously in the manner of running away from home. But when I reached the door, the more I thought about it, the more
unwilling I felt.
Why should I be the only one suffering while James could remain unmoved?
No, I had to make him suffer too. I couldn’t bear this pain alone.
So I dropped my luggage and walked aggressively towards James at his desk. James rarely showed a hint of confusion, “Lily, what are you trying to do?”
But I wouldn’t explain. I directly forced myself on him, grabbing James’s collar and then
kissed him.
Then I vindictively bit his lip, and not only that, I ran my hands all over his chest. Without giving James a chance to react, I grabbed my luggage and ran off.
I could hear James shouting behind me, “Lily Sanders! Have you gone crazy?”
That was our first kiss, and also our last kiss.
The news of my breakup with James spread quickly, and after moving out of his house, I met with the manager who had wanted to poach me to their company last time.
Their company had been cooperating with foreign enterprises for a long time.
After discussing the salary and benefits, I bought a plane ticket without hesitation and flew out of this heartbreaking city. In the first week of joining the new company, I secured an opportunity for overseas training and further studies with my previous excellent performance.
I admit I wanted to escape. I didn’t want to see James again because I was afraid I would soften again.
Sitting on the plane heading abroad, I looked at the few and not–so–intimate photos of James and me in my phone album. Tears fell again, and then I reached out and deleted them all.
James, I’ll make you regret not cherishing me properly!
Crying and crying, I was afraid of ruining my expensive makeup, so I took out the mirror I
carried with me and wiped away my tears…
After six months of further studies, I returned to the new company and worked hard for the boss. Gradually… the thoughts of James in my heart lessened.
Perhaps this is the power of time.
I lazily made a cup of coffee. Footsteps came from behind, but I didn’t turn around. However, the man behind me called out, “Lily, still working overtime?”
I turned to look at the newcomer. It was Ryan, a new colleague in our department, also
very hardworking.
Compared to me back then, he was even more so. When he first came, I teased him, “Did you also just break up?”
At that time, he answered me, “Yes.”
Perhaps because we were in the same boat, we quickly became close, sometimes going
on business trips together, closer than iron brothers.
I took a sip of coffee, “Isn’t it obvious?”
Ryan laughed, “Be careful, or you might end up with a receding hairline.”
I rolled my eyes at him, annoyed, “If you can’t say anything nice, just keep quiet.”
