Ethan pressed down on them, grinning wickedly.
"No way! It’s just an airport."
Amidst their laughter, they disappeared around the corner.
I called Henry Morgan directly: "I’ll meet you at your cruise ship later."
The other end replied, "Okay."
Ethan had no idea that Henry was my childhood sweetheart. Over twenty years of unwavering friendship—I knew better than anyone what pure loyalty looked like.
Six years of love, from school uniforms to wedding dresses.
I wanted to see for myself just how rotten this relationship had become at its root.
The sea breeze was salty and fishy.
On the deck of the luxury cruise ship, screams and laughter mingled.
I, wearing sunglasses and a mask, leaned against the railing.
I watched Tara, in a bikini, sitting close to Ethan, who was only in swimming trunks.
A cheesy game of passing tissues ensued.
Tara deliberately bit the tissue until only a corner remained, and Ethan tried to grab it but failed.
"Ethan lost! Accept your punishment!"
Someone jeered, "How about confessing your love publicly? How about Tara?"
Tara giggled and collapsed onto Ethan’s lap, punching his chest lightly.
"Oh, so embarrassing!"
Another shouted, "What’s the point of confessing after all this?"