One night after self-study in high school, a male classmate who lived nearby was asked by the teacher to walk me home and was seen by James.
"Olivia, go date properly. I hope you don't get into college and disgrace your mother."
He said coldly, but I thought he was jealous.
It seemed like there was a glimmer of hope between us, so I studied hard, wanting to get into the same college as him.
"James! I will be with you!"
I thought our relationship had improved, but on the day my admission letter arrived, his mother jumped off a building and committed suicide.
It was depression.
It was then that I learned Sarah was the third party between his parents.
The cause of the depression was thus revealed.
I suddenly understood the cold and disgusted look in James' eyes. He had known about Sarah and Daniel's relationship for a long time. He genuinely hated me.
A bloodstained river separated us, and I had no right to stand with him anymore.
Since then, I have never seen the gentle gaze of James again.
He had become completely melancholic.
He continued, "Olivia, do you know how much I hate you?"
Yes, he hated me, and it was only natural and rightful.