Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I would regret it – regret my fearlessly forward–rushing youth.

Realizing this, I decided to fulfill some unfinished dreams before falling off the cliff.

From bedroom to kitchen to living room, I traced our familiar paths, slowly erasing traces of our

existence.

But this rental apartment held too many memories and too much love.

The evening sun slanting into the bedroom, the warm light swaying, his endless strength devoted entirely to loving me.

Running home laughing through snowy nights, urgently pushing open the door, then kissing against it

until breathless.

Splitting a watermelon in two but fighting with spoons over one half, getting tipsy on $12 cocktails, me cupping his face with tiny kisses until I nestled into his arms as we fell onto the sofa, feeling his chest vibrate with laughter.

In this moment, I decided to let memories stay memories.

The lock turned. I looked back to see a stranger named Alex in the doorway.

Though he looked at me as he had thousands of times before, I knew–this wasn’t him.

me, looking at my suitcase: “Business trip?”

shook my head: “Just clearing out some useless things, making

– a $50 jacket, $20 pants, only his underwear was pricier since I

of privileged life, his greatest hardship was

when bored.

lowering his living standards but laboriously

I hadn’t lost

a liar, my boyfriend was handsome, well–built,

will you come try on wedding

Tears oflox Seed

Chapter 8

the lamplight seemed frosted with silver, beautiful even when

“Emma, about marriage, I’m still… isn’t it too

we have to get married. What are you afraid of?“.

mentioned not getting married so

indifferent.

froze momentarily, pulling me into his arms teasingly: “Are

just thinking, this path isn’t finished yet. No one knows how it will end.”

for each other. Maybe my future

in anger: “Shut up. I’ll go with you, okay?”

throwing myself into his arms ecstatically like

why I kept asking

Why keep asking about him? He was in Milan picking wedding dresses with

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