On our wedding night, Luna told me, "I have a very important friend in the hospital, suffering greatly. Without me, he can't make it. So, I need to visit him often. I hope you understand." Her eyes were red, tears threatening to fall, making my heart ache. Not only did I not mind, but I also prepared milk and dinner for her to take. She left without a word of apology, both when she went and when she returned the next morning. Even on days when she should have been visiting her parents, she stayed with Felix, and I covered for her with lies. Over time, she grew to take it for granted, thinking it was my duty to help her deceive everyone. Not once did she apologize.
For five years, she only called me "Evan" instead of my full name, Evan Miller, as if that was some sort of reward. She was like a kite on a string that I held onto with all my strength, only to realize I was hurting myself.
Enough! I've decided to let go this lifetime.
Since Luna loved her cancer-stricken first love so much that she couldn't wait to be by his side every night and day, I would let them be together! But I won't wish them happiness, nor do I think they'll find it.
My phone buzzed; it was Luna.
"Hello!"
"I forgot to take the gift I bought for Felix. Bring it to me right away. The doctor said we need to keep Felix happy," Luna urged.
She must be frantic, like a cat on a hot tin roof. I laughed bitterly.
"Get it yourself." Over the years, I never received a single gift from Luna. Once, on my birthday, she bought a watch at the mall. I thought it was for me and was overjoyed. But she wrapped it up and gave it to Felix. That moment left me utterly disappointed and depressed for half a month.
"Felix is in excruciating pain. What's wrong with buying him a gift to cheer him up? You’re losing control of your temper more and more! You can't even do me a simple favor!" Luna snapped. "Will a video of Felix in torment be enough to shake you out of your moral slumber?"