I matched clothes for him, prepared nutritious meals for him, shared my daily life with him, and reminded him to drink water and eat.
He rarely replied to me, but I never got tired of it.
I went home on time every day and prepared dinner for him, but he was always busy.
He was either doing academic research, doing experiments, or having dinner with his supervisor. He only came back on time for meals a few times.
When the paper was almost finished, I felt much more relaxed.
When I had some free time, I opened Instagram and looked for Mary as usual.
Sure enough, during the days when Gideon and I were in a cold war, they were always together.
They went to the top of the mountain to watch the sunrise together, attended friends' parties together, and drank together.
I enlarged the picture and saw that they went to Hidden Mountain.
That was where I always wanted to go, but Gideon always refused me with no time.
He was not too busy. He just didn't have time for me.
In Mary's picture, Gideon still had a familiar silhouette.
But he was like a completely different person from when he was with me. He was very patient and happy.
If it were in the past, I would have started to quarrel with him again.