Nick in my dream shook his head firmly. I asked again, "And what if, one day, you change? You deceive me and have another woman?"
Nineteen-year-old Nick hugged me tightly. "I won't. But if that day ever comes, never forgive him." I nodded. I wouldn't forgive him.
When I woke up again, Nick was already dressed and had prepared breakfast. His movements were calm, as if he hadn't left last night at all.
He said cheerfully, "Helen, today I'm taking you to see an active volcano."
This year, while watching a documentary, I casually mentioned something and Nick remembered it.
He said, "The team over there said it's predicted to be relatively safe these days. I've already arranged everything, Helen, just follow me."
After breakfast, he had already packed my luggage. Anyone would praise him as the perfect family man.
I once dreamed of watching the Earth's pulse with Nick, sharing every moment worth remembering. Now, he was still with me, but his heart was with another woman.
He kept glancing at his phone, a look of unmistakable tenderness on his face.
I glanced over and asked, "What are you looking at?" I thought he would panic, that he would explain.