He didn't even glance at me, his expression icy as he returned to cuddling Hannah.
I stared at the hot water bottle, thinking about his public persona as a cold yet secretly warm-hearted "tsundere" film star.
He was just as committed to the role off-camera.
Clutching the hot water bottle, I went into my tent.
It felt like I'd been shut out of the world.
Outside, there was laughter and joy; inside, only silence and solitude.
I have amnesia—my memories reset every three years. Anything after the age of 20 slowly fades away. That's why I keep thick journals documenting my life over the years.
Half—no, more than half—of those entries are about Simon.
We dated for three years and were secretly married for another three.
The first time I told Simon I was on the verge of forgetting him, he was packing for a film shoot.
He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. "Now's not the time for jokes. I know you can't bear to lose me. I'm doing this for our future."
A young, lively girl was always more interesting than someone as dull and insecure as me.
Hannah was the lead actress in that film. During the shoot, rumors about them started swirling.