Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Did Ethan actually come to Lyla's house to look for me? I found that a bit unbelievable. He hated me so much. Why would he come looking for me? He was probably here to make me apologize to Leah. Thinking about how he demanded I apologize to Leah last night, I chuckled and picked up my pen and exam paper again.

"Just because he wants to see me doesn't mean I have to go. If he wants to wait, let him wait."

My mock exam scores before the break were two points lower than I expected. How many people could I surpass in the college entrance exam with just two extra points? Why would I waste my time on people who didn't matter?

I focused on my revision, but Lyla couldn't seem to sit still. She kept sneaking glances at me, getting up to drink water, or going to the bathroom every few minutes.

Her phone kept buzzing on the table. After silencing it several times, Lyla finally couldn't take it anymore and took away my pen and exam paper. "Babe, stop writing for a moment. Tell me what's on your mind."

After staring at the exam paper for hours, my eyes felt sore. When Lyla took away my pen and paper, it was the perfect excuse to rest my eyes. "What do you mean?" I blinked as I tried to relieve the dryness in my eyes.

"Ethan," Lyla moved closer to me and turned my face toward her. "Are you really planning to give up on him? You used to be so determined, you know."

I repeated her words silently to myself, feeling a sudden tightness in my chest.

Yeah, I used to be so determined. But Lyla, when someone keeps hurting you, no matter how much you love them, you eventually have to let go.

I had already been through the exhausting chase, and it's too draining. Really, it was too draining. I didn't want to experience that feeling of helplessness ever again.

"I guess I just figured things out," I said, looking into Lyla's eyes. "It's like when you suddenly stopped being obsessed with that idol a while back."

objected, "But that's because I found more important

ear. "Lyla, I love fashion design. I love the confidence and brightness that comes when a girl puts on clothes that truly suit her. "I also want

much out of

me, her voice filled with concern. "Alright. Then, I hope you'll

smiled and returned her

to suggest that we get back to studying, one of the maids suddenly rushed in. "Ms. Cobb, Mr. Grayson is climbing over the wall." "What?" Lyla released me and stared outside in

"Yes."

in a huff as she rolled up her sleeves

go." I stopped her and glanced outside, where a young man in a white T-shirt

met. I didn't want to waste time on something

to the maid. Then, I asked her to bring me an umbrella

on the transparent umbrella before sliding off. Ethan stood under a sycamore tree by the roadside,

at me. His eyes were clear, but they radiated indifference,

Lyla, and he was already

hoarse, and he

touched my wrist, which had just warmed up

now I only wondered

do you mean?" I asked as I walked

'something else' that I'm standing here with an umbrella while you're getting soaked?" Ethan's face darkened with every word

think I'll get jealous, or that