Ludwig and I were childhood sweethearts. We had been together since we were eighteen, now we were twenty-eight years old. We've taken countless photos together and exchanged countless gifts. I burned them all that night.
On the fourth night after Ludwig left, he finally returned. However, he had drunk a lot and Whitney had to help him back.
Seeing me sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV, Whitney said provocatively, “Ludwig accidentally drank too much to celebrate me passing the exam. Suzy, don't be angry.”
“Who drank too much?” Ludwig retorted defiantly, pinning Whitney against the wall, "I could outdrink ten of you, you little pushover."
Whitney smiled sweetly at me, saying, "Suzy, don't mind, Ludwig is just like that when he's drunk..."
"I don't mind." I interrupted her before she could finish.
Then I got up and went upstairs, ignoring them. That night, ambiguous moans echoed from the living room. I pretended not to hear them.
Whitney even sent me a selfie; her neck was covered in hickeys. [Suzy, don't misunderstand, Ludwig mistook me for you last night. He sucked really hard; it'll probably take several days to fade.] I sneered inwardly, not replying.