Jean and I were in a cold war. All of Jean's friends came to mediate, trying to persuade me.
"Juliet, Jean just feels sorry for that girl; it's not love at all. Don't overthink it."
Our mutual friends all said, "You two have come a long way together. Last time Jean was drunk, he was still calling your name.”
“Jean said that seeing Gwen always reminds him of you from the past; he just wants to make up for the hardships you went through back then."
I listened to my friends talking about our past.
I remembered how we started from nothing.
I remembered how we fought with stray dogs for food as children.
I remembered that day when our parents went on a trip and both died in that accident, leaving us alone.
Our older relatives took all our property, turning us from orphans into homeless children.
It was Jean who hugged me tightly and said, "Juliet, I will definitely give you a home."
Back then, "home" was a distant concept.
Between the many lights, there wasn't one that belonged to us.
Every brick and tile in the city was so expensive, but Jean let me live in the most luxurious apartment in the city, filling the house with memories of the two of us.