They explained that they were just long-lost best friends, good friends, pure friendship.
Then they blatantly put their arms around each other.
I don't know when Ethan's "good friend" became so ambiguously intimate like a couple.
Walking alone in this strange city, the snow fell on the tip of my nose, chilling my nose.
In my heart, it suddenly became clear. Winter is too cold, all things know to hibernate.
Only I, with my courageous love, facing his so obvious attitude, didn't know to restrain my love.
He doesn't love me, just as I want to pray for a trace of warm sunshine in this heavy snow.
It's so laughable.
I returned to the villa, the photos on the wall recording our beautiful past together.
In the photos, there were mountains we climbed together, seas we played in, sunrises we watched.
He once said he would cherish me like a treasure for life, spoil me, and give me a grand wedding.
Now looking at these photos, my heart no longer has expectations, only bitterness.
Ethan came back around midnight.
When he entered the room, he had a strong smell of alcohol mixed with a smoky wood scent, the kind of cigarette Sophia usually smokes.