Rewriting My Heart's Fate

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I should wish him well, hoping he found true happiness that belonged to him.

Back in my doan room, I opened the window, letting the evening breeze fill the place with fresh air. As I gazed out at the vibrant night scene, my heart gradually began to calm.

Everyone could make their own choice; I couldn't let my selfishness restrict others' freedom.

I went to class as usual, trying my best to maintain a facade of normalcy, but I knew deep down, my heart had changed.

Flashes of the two of them together kept replaying in my mind, malding me feel like a clown peeking into someone else's life-more like an unloved third party. But what did it matter to me? I had stopped out of that circle. with a sigh, I felt an immense weight settling on my heart. It was as if I had been sentenced to death, or had fallen into a deep abyss. When I arrived in class with my classmates, the professor introduced two familiar faces. It was Ethan and the young woman from last night. They looked like a perfect match standing together.

I couldn't help but remember how I had once flitted around him like a jester, hoping for just a glance from him. Yet, everything that had happened gradually pulled

us apart

joining us as exchange students; let's have them introduce themselves,"

me feel uneasy. Maybe fate was just that coincidental,

to remain calm as I

confident as ever, while the young woman appeared shy. However, her eyes sparkled with curiosity and excitement for the unknown. They stood there together, like

I had seen them walking side by side under the moonlight, bearning with joy, radiating harmony and beauty. My heart ached. "Ethan Grayson," he introduced himself simply, reflecting the coldness I had always associated with him. In my mind, the only time I'd seen a different

driven him to that frustration, the one

optimistic, and I didn't

I found a sense of release. He deserved better and a happier

in class," she said, her voice bright and cheerful, brimming with youthful energy. Her smile was like the spring un-warm and radiant, maling it hard not to be

of the previous pain

gentle sense of