After that, I had no reason to linger.
My parents were both high school teachers. They were here for an academic conference and would leave in five days.
With nowhere to go, I packed my bags and relocated to a hotel.
When breaking up, it should be a clean break.
After finishing these things, I deleted all the contact information related to Everett.
When I calmed down, I gazed at the unfamiliar environment and recalled the past.
I harbored a crush on Everett for many years, but he didn't know.
He only knew that we were from the same university and I was his classmate.
And I was just one of his many classmates.
He was the college's student union president, outstanding and aloof, the unattainable pinnacle in everyone's eyes.
To stand by his side, I altered my study habits, and worked hard, rushing from the bottom of the class to the top three in the department.
I even took time out to join the student union to be closer to him.
After graduation, he took over his family's business, and I became a low-profile employee in his company.
Perhaps he took care of me because I was his classmate.
I fell into the so-called favoritism and couldn't extricate myself.
I smiled inwardly at these thoughts.