Simon replied calmly, "We were just discussing the script, Claire. If outsiders don't trust me, do you not trust me either?"
Love had become a weapon to destroy me. I loved him, so I stayed silent.
After a moment, my voice trembled despite my effort to sound steady. "I trust you."
But the voice that came through next wasn't Simon's.
"Honey, the food is all served. Aren't you coming?"
I was about to say something, but the sharp click as he hung up the phone felt like a physical blow.
Bitterness piled up in my throat and my chest felt tight with suffocating pain.
Sweet memories of us together raced through my mind.
On the last day of our three-year relationship, I bought a ticket to their movie premiere.
Watching them interact intimately on stage, they reenacted the iconic confession scene from the film.
The glasses I wore as a disguise fogged up with tears. A girl beside me noticed my quiet sobs and handed me a pack of tissues.
The tissues had pictures of Simon and Hannah printed on them.
"You think their love is touching too, right? They're really such a perfect match!"
Tears fell onto my journal as my memories blurred.
When I came back to my senses, I instinctively wiped the tear stains from my face and silently left with my journal in hand.
I flipped through my journal and recalled our memories when I got home.
When Simon returned, he casually drank the soup I had made. He smiled, saying, "So you haven't forgotten me after all? I knew you were trying to trick me into coming back earlier."
Even now, he still thought I was lying to him.
I gave a bitter laugh, curled up in my blanket and clung to the faint warmth of a hot water bottle.
The following day, the production team announced we'd move to Switzerland for the shoot.
My seat on the flight was next to Simon's.
Hannah looked at me with expectant eyes. She was just about to speak when I handed her my ticket.
"Let's switch seats."
She feigned hesitation and coyly replied, "Don't you want to sit next to Simon? Even if I'm not by his side, I believe our hearts are always together."
She looked at me with a challenging glint, eager to see my reaction.
As the deadline approached, I had gradually forgotten the good times we used to have and only remembered Simon's recent coldness towards me.
I responded flatly, "Oh."
"If you don't want it, I'll find someone else to switch with."