In the end, my girlfriend only left me with one sentence. “You’re a grown man. Go home by yourself. I’ll take Luigi first—I’ll be back soon.”
And then, they sped away.
I saw Eugene reach for the back of Zelda’s head and kiss her.
Just then, my phone vibrated. With stiff fingers, I answered the call.
“Cy, have you seen Allie’s photos?”
Allie, short for Alouette Somerset—my arranged fiancée.
A delicate and elegant woman.
On the other end, Mom’s voice carried relief.
“Finally, Cy, you’ve come to your senses. Your dad’s getting old, you know. He’s been furious about you running away all these years. I’m glad you’re coming home, son. Just have a child with Miss Somerset, and everything will be perfect.”
I looked up at the tiny moths fluttering under the streetlights, memories colliding in my mind.
Back then, I ran away because I didn’t want this kind of life.
Then I met Zelda, and I thought I was incredibly lucky.
Seven years together—I watched her grow.
I proposed multiple times, only for her to brush me off with three words. “It’s too soon.”
Deep down, I knew something was wrong. But I kept deceiving myself.
I was such a fool, thinking she was as devoted as I was.