Two years, the first time I ate the food cooked by my boyfriend, it was because of his ex-girlfriend.
There was no current girlfriend as miserable as me.
After dinner, I couldn't argue or refuse Aston's words about where a girl could go at this late hour.
But when Aston finished taking a shower and was about to walk into the room arranged for Elise, I still stopped him.
"Aston, it's too late. Don't disturb Elise's rest."
It was ridiculous that two years of being together didn't allow Aston to recognize the correct door, even though the muscle memory didn't belong to me.
After my reminder, Aston turned around with a look of loss.
"Kyra, you go to sleep first, I'll come after smoking a cigarette."
I closed the door with a feeling of loss, leaning against it, feeling somewhat powerless.
Aston had a heart transplant, he shouldn't be smoking.
It was just that he didn't want to enter my room in front of Elise.
Even the excuses were so perfunctory.
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.
What did this mean?
Did I look like I'm going to eat someone?
It was the one he was protecting behind him that seemed to be more aggressive.
Elise, with tears in her eyes, stepped out from behind Aston and tightly held his hand.