Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Chapter 18

We gradually stopped contacting each other after that. Sometimes, we’d go up to half a month without saying anything to each other.

He had a girl he liked by his side, after all. I didn’t want to cause any misunderstandings between them. I also didn’t want to distract their lives just because I couldn’t control my emotions. That was why I never made the first move to contact him, no matter how much I missed him.

It was hard to cut back on contacting him, but I needed to move on.

I swore I had to get over him by hook or by crook.

When it was almost time for winter break, he texted me once, asking me when I’d be going home.

I stared at the single line of text on my phone for the longest time ever. My mind was conflicted. I didn’t know if I should feel sad or happy.

I thought I’d forget him as long as I didn’t see him or think about him.

However, when his familiar profile photo popped up again on my messaging app, telling me I had unread messages from him, my mind started wandering once more. And there was no stopping it once it started.

I gripped my phone tightly and stared at our chat window for a long time. Then, I broke down in tears and sobbed like a madwoman.

still very much in love with

in love with him for 18 years. It wouldn’t

belong together. I had my life to live, and

finally replied to his message with a long line of text. I said, “I don’t know when I’m going back yet. But I’m thousands of miles away from you, so

me.”

media. The first post was

second post was a photo of two intertwined hands. There was a

that said, “We’re home.”

My heart broke.

suitcase behind me as I made my way home through

colleges. It was perfect because it meant I could stay at home for a longer time and eat as much of my mother’s cooking as I wanted

had returned home a few days earlier than me. After he learned that I was also home, he would come over and knock at my house door occasionally to

came, he had a wide smile on his face. I didn’t know if he was doing this because he felt sorry for me or if he was just trying to reconcile with me. Or, maybe it was just

scenario it was, what was in the past should stay in the past.

do about it anyway.

about his college, how close his dorm was

the sharp and heavy icicles hanging off the edges of the roof, the crazy locals who opened up holes in the ice to

would listen to me and smile faintly. At times, he would teasingly call me a pig for eating that much. Other times, he would tell me

alone.