Beneath my sleeve, my hand tightened into a fist, nails digging into my palm as I struggled to control the trembling.
The room grew tense as everyone’s faces turned uneasy, all eyes locked on me.
Breaking the silence, Lyra quipped, “Wow, it’s been six years, and Theron still hasn’t bothered to unpin me. Some guys are just so forgetful, I swear!”
At that moment, Theron, who had stayed tight-lipped, broke his silence, his voice rough with frustration. “You were the one who asked me to pin you back then. You said I could never unpin you for the rest of my life. Don’t you remember?”
His voice was surprisingly clear, showing no trace of drunkenness.
As Lyra playfully stuck out her tongue, it was as if she were teasingly admitting to a lighthearted mistake.
At that moment, a sudden realization struck me. It cut deep, leaving my heart raw and aching.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t compromise; he simply chose not to be with me. Each request he had shrugged off over the years now painfully brought to light that he never truly loved me.
I could no longer fool myself. With a cold demeanor, I extended a hand for him to rise from the sofa.