Before reaching the door, Jordon halted and added coldly, “Since you’ve rejected me, don’t even think about running to Grandpa to complain that I’m ignoring you. That would only make me despise you more.”
After Jordon left, the room became quiet again. I rushed into the bathroom and brushed my teeth vigorously, trying to brush away the scent of Jordon that remained on my lips.
Jordon and I were once in love.
On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, eighteen-year-old Jordon stood in front of me, his ears red with shyness.
“Diana, I want to be good to you. I don't want to be just your brother."
The boy's cheeks flushed, but the determination in his eyes was intoxicating and my heart instantly softened into an ocean.
In the following years, Jordon almost held me in his hands and I did my best to treat him well.
It was not until we were twenty-two that the old man called us over.
“You are both of marriageable age, Diana. Your grandfather saved my life and I am worried about you marrying into another family. What do you think of Jordon?”
From then on, Jordon's attitude towards me took a sharp turn for the worse and all that lingering love seemed to have disappeared overnight.