Chapter 5

The emotional pain became unbearable late at night, manifesting physically.

I clutched my cramping stomach, biting my hand until I nearly lost consciousness.

Vaguely, I felt strong hands lift me up, his usually calm voice now panicked.

In my haze, memories flooded back like a tide.

My relationship with Alex wasn’t always smooth sailing – we’d once completely fallen apart.

It was in our second year together, without warning, when he suggested we separate.

I was planning our first vacation with my rare time off when he said it. It felt absurd.

He looked at me with distant eyes, as if detached: “I can’t give you what you want.”

Just moments before, he’d spent ages fretting over my burned hand.

I thought long and hard, but besides money, I couldn’t imagine what could stand between us.

“It’s okay, we can work it out together.”

“We’re so young – if we just keep trying, we can have everything we want.”

“Besides, I don’t need you to be rich…”

He cut me off, gently patting my head as if we’d never meet again.

“Emma, I’m sorry. I hope you find someone better.”

We were young then, proud and stubborn, believing no one was irreplaceable.

So I didn’t beg, didn’t cry, just feigned calm dignity: “Alex, the truth is you’re a coward. You just don’t love

me enough.”

“If that’s how it is, let’s end this cleanly.”

love was truly overwhelming, how could he give

was

always been practical, quick to discard anything that didn’t serve

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none of that worked.

until fate pushed us together

have been at, where I saw

him blankly as he fumbled for words,

the driver… what a coincidence…”

speaking, walking

had this inexplicable feeling that if I missed this chance,

over reason,

through the

When I reached him, I realized he’d been

I fought through the crowd, using all my strength

ask this once–do you want to get back together? If you say no,

I’d humble myself for love. Never again.

wine glass to

“I can’t give you,” who couldn’t see

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

the hospital as dawn’s birds

appeared even more stark against the white walls and his dark hair, though tonight he looked unusually

Seeing me

the bedside table sat an unfamiliar thermos. Come to think of it, unfamiliar items often appeared

our home.

some porridge. Feel up to trying some

fingers: “Did you know the stomach is an emotional organ? Maybe my

emotions are sick.”

Tell me,

response – he’d often made similar unconscious promises

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