Not a single person condemned their behavior or questioned whether they owed me an apology.
I was no longer in love, so there was no need to dwell on it.
I was tired and didn't want to keep fixating on them.
There were more important things in life that deserved my energy.
On the way home, I felt an unprecedented sense of calm.
I wasn't tormented by memories of their passionate kisses.
But once I got home and finished washing up, I still struggled to sleep.
Even with sleeping pills, I couldn't find rest.
I couldn't increase the dosage anymore.
Three years of insomnia couldn't simply be cured by deciding to let go.
I used to spend countless nights watching Ethan's sleeping face to get through the long, dark hours.
Now, I would have to rely on myself.
Ethan stumbled home at three in the morning, completely drunk, calling my name incoherently at the entrance.
In the past, no matter how late he returned from socializing, I would always wait for him.
I'd help him take off his shoes, ask if he felt okay, prepare his favorite hangover remedy fruit tea, and give him a massage to help him relax.
But tonight, I did nothing.