Zevian's sudden outburst took aback his friends. It took them a moment to recover and then one of them awkwardly laughed, “Yeah, you’re right, Zevian. She’s not as great as Elira Zamora. How can you even have a girlfriend like her? It's too impossible.”
With that, a girl beside Zevian leaned in closer to him. I sat there, watching them drink and enjoy themselves, their closeness making me feel like the world was slowly drifting away from me.
Zevian had once said he liked me being in control because it made him feel cared for and loved. But it turned out, in his heart, I was never indeed his girlfriend. I was nothing but a display.
So what was I? A plaything to be used at his whim? Or just a nanny he could call on whenever he wanted? I was left confused about how he truly saw me. He had been affectionate and sweet, but it was just a facade.
The tears I had been holding back finally fell. I kept telling myself, “Don’t cry, it’s not worth it. It’s just a man, just three years of youth. Isn’t it better to see through it now?”
But I couldn’t reconcile with it. I had loved this man for three years, slowly losing myself in the process, only to end up neglected and unclaimed.