Her words created a tense atmosphere in the room.
Oscar grinned at me out of her view, as if quietly asserting their closeness.
Wasn't it ridiculous that those who did wrong often failed to recognize their own mistakes?
Amelia remained oblivious to her fault as ever.
She believed that with time, I would forget about it and that the matter would be resolved.
I beamed calmly. "Well, you are right. The fireworks were beautiful. You can do it again."
With that, I walked away without hesitation.
When the door closed, I heard Oscar's voice. "Amelia, go chase him and apologize. Adrian is obviously furious."
"Leave him alone. He will be fine in a few days."
Amelia's words hurt me like a sword.
What had I done to inspire her with such confidence?
I stepped out of the hotel slowly.
A cool autumn breeze swept through the night.
I strolled along the bustling streets.
The roadside was crowded with people.
Couples passed by me, their loving demeanor truly enviable.
Before Oscar returned, Amelia and I had been as affectionate as them.
We held hands tightly, unwilling to let go, fearing the other might vanish.
So, why did we become like this?
I panted heavily, feeling breathless.