I sobered up, suppressed my laughter, and fought back my tears. I retorted, "We broke up long ago, Mr. Coleman. Can it be you can't let go?"
After five years, I no longer knew how to talk nicely with him.
His face grew even colder. Everyone looked at me, then at him, but no one dared to intervene.
In the standoff, his phone rang, and the gentle voice of a woman came through.
"When will you be back?"
"Wait for me at home. I'll be back soon."
His impatience was instantly gone, and his eyes were filled with tenderness. It felt like a punch in the cheat, causing me a lot of pain.
It seemed like everyone else had moved on.
Only I remained in the same spot.
Shaun hurried away, and I sighed with relief, leaving the bar and lighting a cigarette outside.
The summer night wind blew away my annoyance.
In the swirl of smoke, memories of the past hit me.
When I first entered college, I fell in love with Shaun at first sight.
He was a top student, reserved and noble. He became an obsession I thought about day and night.
I heard that Shaun liked delicate women, so I tried to act delicate in every way.
Under my persistent pursuit, Shaun agreed to be my boyfriend.