Seeing the tension, some classmates tried to intervene, "We're all classmates, let's talk it out, no need to get physical."
But Usan's words made the atmosphere tense again.
"Yes, Andrew, don't be mad. If Daisy wants the bracelet, she can have it. Just don't argue because of me."
"This bracelet was mine to begin with." After a long silence, I finally spoke. "Andrew, I gave this to you before."
I saw the panic in Andrew's eyes. I knew he remembered, but he still refused to admit it.
Instead, he gently coaxed Usan, "Usan, give her this bracelet. I'll get you an even prettier one, okay?"
Reluctantly, Usan handed it to me. I reached out to take it, but just as I was about to grab it, Usan suddenly let go.
The bracelet fell to the ground, and the crowd grew restless because the counselor had arrived.
I watched helplessly as the bracelet was trampled by the crowd, shattered, just like my feelings for Andrew.
This was the last time, Andrew. I will never love you again. I thought love was never something essential to me. So even if it breaks my heart, I will sever it promptly. As for that postgraduate recommendation, I'll consider it a repayment for the life-saving grace he offered me years ago.