However, once she learned about my feelings, she started avoiding me. Her eyes grew distant and stranger when she looked at me.
The toys that she once brought for me from every business trip stopped appearing, The bedtime story and chatting before bed were all gone. She started coming home later and later.
Now she played the role of a polite but detached elder, her words filled with artificial warmth and long-standing insincerity.
At half past twelve, my Auntie finally showed up in a drunken state. However, when I opened the door to greet her, I saw her leaning on a tall man. Her cheeks were flushed and she rested her small face against his chest.
Pain stabbed my heart. The ache spread in my heart.
This was the scene I had feared most, which was Auntie becoming someone else’s woman. It was the reason I could not let go of my feelings, why I confessed to her year after year.
However, my fear became a reality in front of my eyes. So, I just lowered my head and did not say anything.
Half-drunk, Auntie pushed me away with a look of irritation. "Joey? Didn’t I tell you not to wait up for me? I don’t need you taking care of me anymore."