The celebration party was far away from home, and though John had a car, he never thought to bring me home.
While in the taxi, I saw Emily's Instagram: "I know, with you there, I can get home safely even if I'm drunk."
I was too familiar with that car; it was John's.
Not long after he got together with me, he told me that he wanted a car. Other colleagues had one, but he didn't. It was shameful.
We saved every penny for half a year to make the down payment. He said the passenger seat was reserved for me, but he never allowed me to eat or put on makeup there, saying it would dirty his car.
It turned out all these principles were based on the fact that I wasn't Emily.
When I came out, John was sitting on the sofa smoking.
He saw my look and was very annoyed, but he suppressed it and said to me, "There's really nothing between Emily and me. If we wanted to be together, it would have happened long ago. Are you really making a fuss over this?"