When we first started our internships, our rented place was far away, and the company often required overtime. After work, I had to take the subway and walk a long distance. When I asked him to pick me up, his usual response was, "There are so many people on the streets, what's there to be afraid of?"

It was true. Even at midnight in this city, there were still many people.

What was there to be afraid of?

Esther stood still.

I was tired and walked into my room, locking the door behind me.

Arturo called out a few times outside, but I ignored him. All I could hear were Esther and his exchanges, which ended with him sending her back to her room.

Our house had two bedrooms. I occupied the master bedroom while Esther stayed in the guest room. Arturo could only sleep on the sofa.

I woke up to see him sitting on the sofa, with dark circles under his eyes.

I wasn't sure if it was poor sleep or if he stayed up all night.

"You're up. I booked tickets to Blightmoor. You wanted to travel, right? I'll go with you. Remember to request your leave today."

"I've been busy with work recently, so I can't go," I replied.

Arturo got up and stood in front of me.

"Are you still mad? Lynne, we're already engaged, not just a dating couple. Can you stop being so childish?"

That was when I realized something.

Arguing with him was wrong, and not arguing was also wrong.

Maybe being with him itself was a mistake.

I looked at him calmly, and he avoided my gaze.

"Alright, it's my fault, okay?"

I shook my head slightly.

"You did nothing wrong, and I'm not angry. Let's not dwell on this anymore."

I went to make coffee and checked out updates on Instagram.

I saw Esther's post again.

She was holding Arturo's trophy next to her cheek and took a photo, captioned with [Sleeping peacefully with Arturo's most beloved item.]

It was from a new account, not the one I blocked yesterday.

I opened it and found that we had never chatted before, and I didn't remember when I added her.

Anyway, I didn't block her again.

Let it be.

I got scolded for moving Arturo's trophy, not to mention taking a photo with it.

Turned out only I wasn't allowed to touch it. Others could.

I used to deceive myself, but now looking back, love and indifference were always clear.

I just had been blinded.

It was time to wake up.

Arturo wasn't happy about my rejection.