14
“Elijah, let me correct you. I don’t hate you.”
I just ignore you.
My love and hate for him had long faded.
His words didn’t even stir any ripples in my
heart.
For a moment, a gleam appeared in his eyes.
But I extinguished it myself: “You’re just a
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passerby in my life; you don’t deserve any
extra emotion from me.”
Elijah panicked, his expression crumbling.
“It shouldn’t be like this.”
He desperately sought proof of my love in my
eyes.
Unfortunately, there was nothing.
So he tried the emotional card: “You clearly liked me so much, you even gave up the
major you wanted to study for me.”
That was because of the accident on the
college entrance exam; I didn’t write my
essay for the last section and couldn’t go to
my dream school.
Life had other choices, and he was just one
of them.
Now, I didn’t want to play along anymore.
Looking at him, I said slowly, “When I liked
you, it was without any ulterior motive. I never
thought I was saving you.”
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My love was fervent and fearless.
My preference for him was clear.
I knew he craved love.
Now it seems he lacks common sense.
Hearing my confession of love, a hint of
smugness and relief appeared in his eyes: “I knew you liked me.”
I interrupted him: “That was then. Now you’re just a stranger to me.”
He froze, his eyes welling up: “Heather and I don’t…”
Remembering his creepy collection of her
photos, I felt annoyed and interrupted him:
“Don’t tell me this.”
Elijah’s face fell, looking incredulous: “But
nothing happened this time; I didn’t do
anything wrong. Why are you still like this?”
I sneered.
He actually had the nerve to ask why.
A boyfriend of over ten years, for whatever
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reason, harbored feelings for another girl.
Ignoring me, his girlfriend, should I be grateful and thank him for considering my feelings
and not having an actual affair?
Didn’t he think about the consequences when
he made me the laughingstock of the
internet?
Seeing my cold expression, Elijah tried to
reach for me and apologize:
“That’s not what I meant, but none of that
happened…
“Why can’t you even look at me?
“Just once?”
I stepped back, avoiding him: “Because,
Elijah, you don’t deserve it.”
His hand hung in the air, then he abruptly
laughed: “Is it because of Jason? You saved
him; I’ll get rid of him.”
He’s a lunatic.
I should have known.
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Last time, I was his emotional stabilizer.
This time, without me, his illness worsened.
I stopped him: “Elijah, the water you gave me
before the English exam, it was drugged, right?”
