MasukAfter our SATs, my childhood sweetheart coaxed me into giving him my virginity. In just one night, he went through half a box of protection. I thought it was physical attraction and that he was madly in love with me. Until one day, by accident, I saw the group chat between him and his friends. [Congratulations to my boy for scoring his first win.] [Rue can barely walk. Weren’t you a bit too rough?] [Too rough? She’s tough. She can take it. I’m just getting some practice in, so I’ll know how to treat the school’s prettiest girl right in the future. If I mess her up, I’d actually feel bad.] So all those years of being childhood sweethearts were nothing but a joke. I changed my university application. From that moment on, he went south, and I went north. Our paths never crossed again.
Lihat lebih banyakWhen I arrived at the café, he had been waiting for a while.“Latte or Americano?” he asked.“Neither,” I said, meeting his eyes. “Dean, I don’t like coffee.”He let out an awkward laugh. “Sorry, I forgot.”Yeah. He forgot.Back in sophomore year of high school, during our final exams, my grades finally surpassed Joanna’s for the first time. Her group of friends accused me of cheating. During the argument, they tore up my exam paper before pouring an entire cup of coffee over the notes I had just neatly organized.I demanded an apology from Joanna, but Dean stepped in to smooth things over. “Forget it. We’re all friends. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”I felt so upset that I hid in the woods when everyone had gone home and cried quietly. It took Dean a long time to look for me. When he finally found me, he handed me his own neatly organized notes and pressed them into my hands.“I fixed everything for you. Stop crying.”“I didn’t cheat,” I said through my tears, stubbornly i
I froze for a moment.His lips curved into a bright smile as he waved at me. “Hello?”His suitcase scraped across the concrete floor, making a grating sound. It sounded like an old exhaust bellows in a rundown house that refused to retire, still stubbornly clinging to its last breath.He followed behind me, casually asking as he walked, “The weather in Capitol City is pretty dry. I didn’t realize it gets this hot in the north in summer. What’s the male-to-female ratio here? It feels like there might be some all-boys lectures… The traffic outside the campus gate is crazy. Capitol City’s traffic is really bad! How’s the cafeteria food? Oh, right. Which club are you in? Can you introduce me to it?”I took a deep breath and turned around. “Dean, is this kind of nonsense fun to you?”He touched the bridge of his nose. He didn’t dare meet my eyes.A long silence passed. When he finally looked up again, his eyes were red.He said, “It’s no fun at all, but you refused to talk to me, and
Once we settled in, campus life quickly became hectic. I was busy adjusting to university classes, choosing elective modules I wanted, and getting to know my roommates.One day, on my way back from the cafeteria with food, I noticed someone standing below my dorm. It was Dean.Wanting to avoid him, I lowered my head and quickly turned in the opposite direction, but he had already seen me. He rushed over in a few steps and grabbed my wrist.“Rue, you really are here! Why did you change your number? Why did you unfriend me on Instagram?”His usual laidback voice was there, but this time, it was slightly trembling.“Dean,” I said, “I thought we had made things clear.”“Made things clear? What, breaking up? I don’t agree to that!”His grip tightened suddenly as he raised his voice, drawing the attention of passing students.The dorm supervisor leaned out from the window and called loudly, “Hey, do you need help?”I politely declined her kindness. Then, I slowly pried his fingers o
Dean thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, but I really did follow the crowd to the platform on the other side, with the destination displayed for Capitol City. Only then did he realize that when I said we weren’t heading the same way, I meant it. I hadn’t been sulking or throwing a tantrum. Almost instinctively, he pulled out his phone and tried to call me.“The number you have dialed is not in service. Please try again.” The cold, mechanical female voice echoed in his ear.He quickly opened his WhatsApp. He scrolled down three to four times, and only then did he find that familiar profile photo. As it turned out, he hadn’t contacted me in a long time.A strange sense of panic rose in his chest. He tried calling me, but the one-tick mark stating that his messages couldn’t go through felt like a slap in the face. The uneasiness in his heart suddenly turned real. Had I been speaking honestly when I said we had broken up? Had I really given up on him? On the train heading t






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