The night breeze was gentle and cool.

Ernest's silhouette stretched long under the streetlight, so long it seemed he had grown taller since the last time we were together.

I stepped beside him, my shadow merging with his as if we were one.

This moment made my heart swell with a bittersweet ache.

It hurt so much I could barely breathe...

The pain made me think of his aloofness, and his impending marriage to the Clark family, which stung so badly I found myself defiantly asking, "What did you want to talk about, Ernest?" Ernest didn't look at me, just stared into the night, "Didn't you want to see Jefferson's game? It's next week. You could go; I'll buy you a plane ticket."

My heart clenched. What was this about seeing a game? It felt like he was just trying to get rid of me.

Now that he was getting married, was he afraid I'd ruin his prospects?

Ever since we parted ways, it felt like each time he hurt me, the wound was deeper than before.

I bit my lip. "Who said I wanted to go?"

I should have shouted that, but I just couldn't. My voice was weak, as if I had no strength at all.

too heartbroken, so much that if I said

in front of him. That was my

I cried and begged him to stay because I thought I was at fault and

He wanted me gone, making room for another woman, afraid I'd

he had no affection left for me. If I cried

there,"

I might have thought

now, his words felt more like

to explode. I dug my nails into my palm desperately, unable

lips, "Jefferson is a win, as long

int He should have

taking first

at me. "You missed his last award; don't miss this one.

paused for a

he's

won't participate

was telling me that if I missed

understand, Jefferson's

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