From the second-floor window, I watched him walk away. A pang of regret stirred in my chest.
If he had just held on a little longer, maybe I would have softened. But, as always, he left, slipping away when I needed him most.
I stared at my phone, where Monica’s latest post glared back at me
[I called my childhood sweetheart over with just one call. It feels so good to be cared for by a busy person.]
The screenshot showed Marcell’s reply too.
[Marcell: I will be there soon.]
Her note was simple, yet pointed, ‘Honey.’
Almost immediately, mutual friends began messaging, asking if everything was all right. I gave the same answer to each.
[Carla: We’ve broken up. I wish them a happy marriage.]
What I did not expect was that even though I was planning to break up quietly, some people still would not let me go.
The hospital called and said that my father’s medical expenses for that month had not been paid and it had been delayed for several days.
So, I checked my bank card and found that the month's salary had not been credited.
I angrily called the company's finance department, but there was no answer.