“Stop. Did we not agree we do not talk about what happened before!”
Seeing him avoid the past, I instead felt it was both silly and sad.
She falsely accused me of cheating to get awards, led me to be hurt by extreme people online, caused my right ear to have lasting hearing loss, and made me forever unable to play the cello.
For a cello player to lose part of the sound, those painful days could not be spoken of.
Even his making up for my schizophrenia and helping her clear her suspicion could not be spoken of.
During that time, I tried so hard to get treatment, hoping to go back to the orchestra, but it all ended with one line, not to mention.
“Ezra, you still love her, right?”
My voice sounded very calm, but held many mixed feelings.
His body froze, as if he had not expected me to say that.
Then, he suddenly took my hand and softly said, “Evie, what’s done is done. Why keep holding onto it? Can’t we just live well together?”
I gently smiled and pulled my hand away.
“If you truly wanted to live well, you would not still have feelings for her, and you would not lose control again over her safety.”
“Ezra, you may fool others, but you cannot fool me.”