Just as I reached the gate, I saw a familiar figure.
Frank stood tall, holding some food boxes.
As I walked out, he happened to glance at his watch, looking impatient.
But upon seeing me, his impatience instantly disappeared.
"Eve, you're finally off work."
He strode towards me. I glanced at him indifferently and walked in the other direction.
Frank quickly caught up, grabbing my wrist, his eyes filled with pleading as he spoke cautiously. "Eve, you must be exhausted after working so late. I made this myself, all your favorites. Would you like to try some?"
Everything he did now was what I used to do to appease him after arguments.
He was using my methods on me.
I thought, "See, if he's willing to learn, he can."
But after years of dating, he only understood this after we broke up.
"Frank, this is meaningless."
I looked at him indifferently, my eyes like calm seas without a breeze.
"Eve, I never wanted to break up. We've been together for so long, can't you just not give up so easily? And we're engaged, my mom even gave you such expensive wedding gifts..."