He got angry and disappeared for half a month, and even when I apologized and admitted my mistake, he still wouldn't come home.
In the end, I panicked.
I couldn't eat or sleep, and I reached out to everyone I knew to get him back.
It wasn't until I wrote Sophie a thousand-word apology letter that he finally showed up.
Because I loved him and didn't want to lose him, I made sure that after every argument or cold war, things never dragged on overnight.
I would immediately apologize whenever he softened his tone.
The more I did this, the more I became anxious about losing him.
The tighter I held on, the more I suffered.
Now, I was dealing with severe insomnia.
Even with sleeping pills, I found it hard to fall asleep.
My love had sunk to the ground, nearly exhausted from endless quarrels.
"Emma? Sophie is asking you something."
Ethan's voice broke through my thoughts. I looked at them, leaning against each other, and absentmindedly replied, "Hmm."
"Since that's the case, let's consider this matter settled. Don't bring it up again, and don't sulk. Come over and have some fun with us."
Ethan said softly, as if the earlier "game mistake" was as trivial as a sneeze.