Farewell to Forever

Welcome morning!!!!It all started from an annoyingly bright morning, my girlfriend just left me after an argument over trivial matters. According to her, I don't pay attention, cherish, or love her. In my opinion, life is not just about being loved, loving, or having sex, or all three.Humans also have to work and earn money for their livelihood.Love has never been at the top of my priority list or even in the top ten of my life's goals. It's a different story if love could be eaten or monetizable. Alas, I do not hail from a lineage of billionaires; I am simply a struggling individual living paycheck to paycheck.Unfortunately, that smart girl disagreed with my opinion. Love has made her foolish. She preferred to cry. Not to mention, she left a terrible storm trail in my house. Some things were broken because she threw them, chairs overturned, books scattered, and almost everything was out of place.My house was like a broken ship—hit by a storm named Chrisna. My wise advice for tod

Around 1980A girl dressed modestly looked nervous as she walked past several male and female students, entering a prestigious university where she pursued a nursing degree. A year ago, she wouldn't have imagined being able to continue her education at a university given her family's economic situation. Especially at one of the prestigious universities with tuition fees that made her heart ache."My mother will kill me if she finds out," she whispered softly.The only thing that kept her going through high school was attending a public school with very low fees. The money to pay for her school fees came from the leftovers of her part-time job after deducting her family's living expenses.Four months ago, a representative from a university visited her school and offered scholarships for one semester to a few outstanding students. The university only offered scholarships for the nursing department, as it was a newly opened department. Somehow, she became one of the three recipients chos

The first commercial product created by Alex was a type of floor and bathroom cleaner. His product cleaned faster and better than other cleaning products sold in stores. Praised by his mother and family, Alex became too excited and made many bottles of cleaning products, so his mother had to tell Jackson and Lily to bottle the liquids and distribute them for free to the neighbours. This was just to get rid of the strong-smelling liquids.The product instantly became famous as the Bolton Family Floor Cleaner. Lily received candies and cakes every time she distributed the product, and Jackson, along with Michael, started quietly collecting money for every repeat request for their cleaning liquid.Since then, Alex began creating various other products and never forgot to add other ingredients he believed would improve his products. He called it improvisation. Alex made cleaning liquids, shampoo, bath soap, and other products. Some products completely failed and had to be dumped into a sp

Claire tried to concentrate her vision on a reading book under the dim light of the garden lamp.She stared at the hanging lamps above the dimly lit corridor of the west wing, some of which were broken or never turned on for cost-saving purposes. It would have been better for her not to be in this place.The main building in the middle or the east wing should have been her best options. However, the main building always had a lot of people passing through.She never liked crowds. As for the east wing, it required a small fee to enter the cafeteria there. Thinking back and forth, she decided that the quiet west wing was the most suitable place for her, despite being a bit dark.At nine o'clock in the evening, she began to pack all her books into a cloth bag and started walking out of the university into the deserted streets.Some public transport vehicles passed by, and she could only watch them go. It had been a long time since she could enjoy that luxury.Every coin she saved for tra

That evening, the rain was pouring heavily outside the library.The air felt very cold outside, Claire felt so hungry and found it difficult to leave the warm library room just to enter the cold hallway to eat a small piece of her leftover lunch burger.Her eyes were fixed on Alex, who was busy working on sheets of paper on the table.Summoning her courage, she quietly took out a worn plastic package containing a cold, slightly crushed burger from her bag. Claire always took her lunch burger and cut it in half. One half for lunch and one half for dinner. She brought the food under the table.With her eyes still on Alex, her other hand slowly unwrapped the paper and plastic wrapping very slowly to avoid making any loud noise.She was sure the professor wouldn't notice her. Her heart was pounding, her stomach growling, and her mouth watering.She quickly raised her hand and slightly lowered her head to take a bite of the burger. Her eyes glanced at Alex, who still didn't notice her, an