"No, I have a few projects and need to get data ready by tomorrow. I don't know how late I'll be working. Don't let me delay your reunion, and besides, I don't really like your circle," I said.
Patrick couldn't believe I said that. I used to cling to him, eager to announce to the world that I was his girlfriend.
"But they're all bringing their girlfriends."
"If I don't finish, I won't get my bonus this month," I said, wiping my mouth with a napkin and getting up to change clothes.
After a while, he said, "In that case, I'll take Samuel. Don't…"
I was already upstairs.
The sound of the door closing echoed.
I was unmoved.
My plan to go abroad was already set. When my best friend Tina found out, she took a day off work and traveled by train to see me.
We went out for hotpot, and my phone rang—it was Samuel.
We had a group chat, and Samuel posted pictures of her and Patrick at the reunion, even posting on Twitter with the caption.
[Tonight is a class reunion for childhood friends, and we could only bring our girlfriends.]
I silently liked her post. Patrick also liked it. I sneered. Patrick never liked or commented on my posts.