Luna smiled sweetly and took my arm, her affection on full display in front of my parents. But in reality, she hardly paid attention to me; she was always more concerned about Felix. Whether I was sad or happy, alive or dead, it seemed to make no difference to her.
“If you have something to do, go ahead. We’ll be just fine like this,” Mom said with a smile, while Dad nodded in agreement. They were so understanding, always ensuring they didn’t get in the way of my matters.
In contrast, Luna failed to show that consideration. Felix was even more hypocritical, posting daily on social media about his strong battle against his illness while putting the burden on others. Luna had to take care of him secretly every day.
But when it came to bossing me around, she expected me to comply without question. People like Felix seemed to completely captivate her, making her infatuated and devoted. Perhaps this was the power of first love.
When we went downstairs, it was quiet between Luna and me. Finally, she pulled out a gift box and handed it to me. “Evan, it seems like there are some issues between us that need to be addressed.”
“Isn’t the problem always there?” I replied, my tone sharp.