Ashley smashed everything in the bedroom, including the first photo we had taken together.
After smashing them, she finally calmed down and said something harsh.
"Fine! I'll leave! Don't beg me to come back!"
After Ashley left, the bedroom returned to peace.
I glanced at the messy house, feeling a headache.
Ashley knew how to disgust me.
Each time we had a quarrel, she would mess up the house. Being a tidy person, I had no choice but to clean it up myself.
I had been doing this for five years.
I picked up the broken photo frame on the floor, hardly noticing the scratch on my index finger.
The two people in the photo album were hugging each other tightly, their smiles radiating sweetness. However, we could never go back to those moments.
From the moment I first met Ashley, I was captivated by her smile and fell in love with her deeply.
Her smile had the power to light up a room, radiating warmth and cuteness.
I had been secretly enamored with her for five years.
Unfortunately, she had always been infatuated with another man named Isaac.
I didn't mind and silently remained by her side for five years.
After Isaac went abroad, she proposed to date me.