"Amber, I'm fine. I came here today to apologize to Hadson, how can I let him apologize to me? Wouldn't that be backwards?"

The more Gilbert said this, the angrier Amber became.

She pointed at me and shouted, "Hadson, did you hear that? If you don't apologize, I'm breaking up with you!"

Here we go again.

In the past, I would have just swallowed my pride.

But not today.

"Then break up."

With those words, I went to the bathroom.

At that moment, I felt an indescribable sense of relief, as if I had done something remarkable.

Amber was furious. "Fine, fine, that's what you said, we're done!"

"Amber, you can't be so impulsive."

"Don't worry. I know what he's like. He'll be on his knees, begging me to come back before tonight is over. Let's go."

Amber said it loud enough for me to hear.

In college, Amber was the star of the dance club.

Not only was she beautiful with a great figure, but she also had a natural talent for dancing and had many admirers.

She was like a celebrity surrounded by fans.

I could only secretly adore her from afar.

Back then, she had a crush on Gilbert, but Gilbert was solely focused on pursuing the most popular girl at school, indifferent to Amber's affections.

After a failed confession, Amber was heartbroken and wept bitterly.

On that day, a heavy rain poured down. I saw her sitting by the roadside next to a bouquet soaked and wilted by the rain.

My heart ached for her, so I gave her my umbrella.

From then on, we got to know each other better.

But I always felt she was too good for me, that I wasn't worthy of her.

In our senior year, encouraged by my roommates, I finally gathered the courage to confess my feelings to her, and she accepted.

At that moment, I felt like the happiest man in the world.

To prove my devotion, I swore in front of her to love and cherish her forever.

She hugged me tightly, shouting with joy, "I want to be with Hadson forever!"

Thinking about it still brings tears to my eyes.

But that sweetness lasted less than a year because when Gilbert returned, she seemed like a different person.

Standing under the showerhead, I let the hot water continuously wash over my face.

I want to rinse away every drop.

It was my final emotion towards her.

Since she was heartless, I would harbor no more sentiments.

The next day, my parents arrived as scheduled, full of excitement to meet Amber.

But she wasn't home.