At that moment, he said, “Claire, you’re ridiculous! If I had anything going on with Zoe, would I even be with you? You’re just a broke student who depends on me for everything. If we broke up, how would you even survive?”
We had a cold war for a month. In the end, I swallowed my pride and begged for forgiveness.
But love doesn’t die all at once—it fades, bit by bit, like ice melting under the sun. Over the past year, the constant fighting and Zoe’s smug presence drained whatever feelings I had for him.
Now, I couldn’t even muster a reaction.
I smiled faintly. “You are right. I wasn’t very mature before. But I have grown up now. I will do better.”
Because soon, I wouldn’t be here at all, I thought.
***
Before going to bed that night, while Vincent was in the shower, I saw Zoe’s new post on her social media feed.
Nine photos.
She wore my wedding dress, smiling radiantly as she held onto my fiancé.
[Getting married to the one I love! Xixixi!]
Dozens of their friends liked the post.
Someone even commented, [Wait, isn’t that Vincent in the background?]
Zoe’s smug reply, [Yes! My brother favours me the most!]
I quietly liked the post, put my phone away and got ready for bed.