The pain was so intense that even my hands gripping the steering wheel trembled. When I drove past two people embracing in the cold wind, I clearly saw Alexander giving me a defiant look, silently declaring something to me: this battle -- he won.
Jocelyn and I were in a cold war and all her friends have come to mediate and advise me.
"Phillip, Jossy just feels sorry for that guy—she's not even in love. Don't overthink it," our mutual friends all said.
"It wasn't easy for you two back then. she was calling your name when she was drunk last time. She said seeing Alexander always reminds her of you from the past and she wants to make up for all the hardships you went through."
I listened to my friend talk about our past.
It reminded me of how we both started from scratch.
I remembered our childhood, fighting with vicious dogs for food together.
I remembered the day our parents went on a trip, they both died in that accident, leaving us orphans. Our older relatives seized all our property, turning us from orphans into homeless children.
It was Jocelyn who hugged me tightly and said, "Phillip, I will definitely give you a home."
Back then, home was a distant concept.
Amidst countless lights.