I strolled along the bustling streets, with couples passing by, their affectionate displays genuinely enviable.
Before Vivian came back, Alex and I were just like them.
We held hands tightly, unwilling to let go for fear of losing each other.
So, why did things turn out this way?
I felt heavy breathing, a bit suffocated.
Seeing an ice cream truck on the side of the road, I thought for a moment and bought an ice cream.
The moment I got the ice cream, I suddenly remembered his words vaguely.
"You know you get a stomachache from eating ice cream, but you still can't resist it."
I took a bite in a daze, and it was salty.
"Your ice cream tastes off," I said to the ice cream truck owner, my voice trembling.
The owner glanced at me and handed me a tissue. "Miss, maybe you need to wipe your tears first."
I looked up, my eyes blurred, and I realized that tears had fallen on the ice cream.
No wonder it tasted salty.
I sniffed, turned around, and went home.
I received a message from Alex as soon as I got home
[Have you arrived home?]
I glanced at it and didn't reply.
Soon, he sent another message: [Everyone didn't have a good meal because of you today. Let's invite them to dinner another day.]