I shook my head and laughed, typing into the group chat. [You two are practically inseparable. Why not just get married already?]
Instantly, the chat exploded with question marks and exclamation points.
Ethan and Lily both fell silent.
Moments later, Ethan messaged me privately in a demanding tone. [Emma, what do you mean? Stirring things up in the group chat isn't helping.]
[You misunderstood. I was being sincere.]
I replied nonchalantly, then tossed my phone aside and continued unpacking.
The phone didn't buzz again.
Ethan probably thought I was just throwing a tantrum and that I'd come running back to him within 48 hours.
But inside, I felt nothing.
My legs needed another week of rest before I could ditch the wheelchair. During that time, I kept myself busy with books on psychology, rekindling an old interest.
There was a time when I couldn't focus on anything without Ethan, constantly checking my phone for his messages.
Even a simple reply from him used to bring me some relief.
Now, I found peace in being alone. I read, watched shows, and played with the neighbor's pets.
Ethan messaged me a few times, his tone softer, asking me to calm down and even inquiring about where I was staying.