He turned away in embarrassment, then persisted in asking me.
"Is it because of Sherry? I can explain it to you."
"No, I haven't misunderstood anything. Besides, you and she are just neighbors. You grew up together, so it's only right to take care of her a bit more."
I didn't want to dwell on this matter any longer. I pointed at the cherry blossom model on the table.
"Just throw it away. It was meant for display. It's worthless now that it's broken. There's no need to keep it."
The cherry blossom model was similar to my love for Luxor. Once it was broken, there was no need to mend it.
In the past, when I quarreled with Luxor, I wanted to let go of him. But while taking a look at the cherry blossom model he made for me, I was still reluctant to do so.
Luxor Joel, whom I used to love so much, was no longer around. Instead, he belonged to Sherry.
Luxor pursed his lips, and a trace of guilt appeared in his eyes.
"This weekend is my last stop on the tour, right here in the capital. Do you want to come? I've reserved a VIP seat for you."
I was sorting out today's drafts.
I didn't even raise my head, and my voice was slightly cold.
"No."