However, I froze instead, because the profile picture looked familiar.
It was the first picture of Arden Cohen and Calliope Vaughn together, taken on Calliope’s birthday, and I was the one who snapped it.
I couldn’t stop staring at that reply for a long while.
Many people in the comments cursed him, calling him shameless for being a home-wrecker.
But some supported him, saying he just picked the best choice.
[This is a real man. Locked in a rising stock early and climbed up. What’s wrong with choosing better?]
[Even if that didn’t happen, they might have split. I think he did nothing bad.”
At that time, I stood beside the street.
The wind suddenly blew strongly. I staggered, and the food I held dropped into a dirty puddle.
I bent down and tossed the spoiled sandwich into the bin.
In truth, I was the ex-boyfriend that the comment talked about.
Afterward, Calliope and I went our separate ways. I failed to get into the university, and even the mother who cared for me most met with an accident.
In those days, I tried to end my life more than once.
In the later years, days slowly became calm again.
Only then did I notice that the five full years had gone by.