We've come through the high school days, college years, and six years of marriage together.
He has occupied almost half of my life.
Even if I wanted to be relieved, I couldn't make it immediately.
My nose felt sore. I shook my head subconsciously. But I remembered that she couldn't see it at all and added, "It's okay, we're divorced."
"What?" Joyce couldn't believe her ears and asked again.
"We're divorced. I've had enough of waiting for him to come back."
The first time I met Chasel was at a physics competition in my first year of high school.
We are classmates, so we compete fairly for advancing to the finals.
There was no love at first sight, only the determination to win.
None of us was willing to give in to the other.
It was the only one question, Which I got right, and he failed.
Since then, I got the chance to compete in the finals, and got a clingy Chasel.
He had been purchasing me for seven years.
During those days, he bought me breakfast every day and waited outside my dormitory.
In order to take the same class with me, he asked all the roommates to help select the courses.
He initiatively helped me collect information for my urgent group assignment when I was having a fever.