Regrets

A moment of silence ensued, but curiosity got the better of me, so I asked, "Are you a transferee?"

He seemed confused. "No, I'm not. You just don't see me because I don't like people looking at me. I'm always covered with my shadow," he said in quick succession. He took three consecutive sips.

Ah, I see. Not all dreams come true.

"I was talking to my ex that time you threw the vase," he admitted, looking hurt.

Really? Did I ruin everything?

"But you were laughing that day, right?" I asked, puzzled.

"Yes, I was," he replied shortly. "She was asking for my forgiveness at that time," he said calmly. "She cheated, anyway!" He smirked again. "I find it amusing because, despite all the things she did, she still had the audacity to ask for us to get back together!" I just stared at him. "