Now that the old love has returned, I, the current girlfriend, have become a person who makes Aston frown.
I should take the initiative to leave, to make room for their reunion.
But I didn't want to leave now.
At three in the morning, the space next to me was still empty.
Without having heard Aston's heartbeat, I simply couldn't sleep.
The sound of the next door opening in the silent night was particularly clear.
I should have been more tactful. I knew old feelings were easily ignited, yet I rushed forward, hurting myself in the process.
On the balcony, Aston was passionately kissing Elise.
The moonlight spilled on the two of them, and the madness, grievance, and the feeling of loss and recovery in Aston's eyes were all on display.
That's what love looked like at its peak, a feeling I was fortunate to experience.
I, the out-of-place official girlfriend, now felt like the third party.
I was destroying a loving couple to become a spouse.
"What are you doing?"
A sense of weightlessness sweeps over me, and I interrupt the scene in front of me with a hoarse voice.
Aston released Elise somewhat flustered, his eyes showing annoyance at my interruption, and then pulled her behind him to protect her.