I Never Hated You のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Cole. That was his name. The boy that had almost made me believe in love. I met Cole at Harvard. He was the first person I met during the fresher's orientation. I was totally lost that day and had to ask about where the school auditorium was, but everyone wore a long face, and I just didn't feel like throwing my question at them for fear of being snubbed or snarled. “ It seems like you're lost or something?” Someone said behind me while I was just standing in the moving crowd and I turned around and met them, those hazel eyes, I met them for the first time. “ Yeah, I really am. Thank you for asking”, I said, a smile stretching across my lips, “ I have to find the school auditorium”. “ Oh, you're a fresher in law school?” He asked, leading me to the west wing of the school premises. “ How did you know?” “ Well, they're the ones having their orientation there today”. “ Oh, I guess that was pretty obvious. How about you?” “ Me?” “ Yes. Are you also a fresher and a law s

I used to think that ramen originated from Korea, mostly due to the fact that I always saw them having it in movies such as “Mr Queen” and What's Wrong With Secretary Kim?”, but actually, the origins of ramen can be traced back to Yokohama Chinatown in the early 20th century. The word "ramen" is a Japanese borrowing of the Chinese word lāmiàn (拉麵), meaning "pulled noodles", but is not derived from the northern Chinese dish of lamian. Instead, the dish evolved from southern Chinese noodle dishes from regions such as Guangzhou, reflecting the demographics of Chinese settlers in Yokohama. Ramen gained popularity in Japan, especially during food shortages following World War II. In 1958, instant noodles were invented by Momofuku Ando, further popularizing the dish. Apart from it's rich history, ramen was one meal that I could always have even when I'm having a bad day. Do you have a bad day and don't feel like eating? Have some ramen. When I say ramen, I don't just mean noodles,

“ Please, Dante”, Cole said to me. This was about four years ago. He had just finished his final exams and we had gone out for a drink with a few of his friends, after which he accompanied me back to my room. “ I can't Cole, I can't, and it's not your fault, okay? It's not, it's my fault”, I said, wishing that he would stop, “ look, I love you, so much, but I can't. I just can't”. “ What do you mean you can't?” He asked, obviously confused, and I just felt sorry for him. I felt pity for him. He didn't understand, and he never will. The fact that my heart had been broken beyond repair, the fact that my mind and body would never allow me to become so vulnerable before anyone again, the fact that Hakim killed me, not with a sword or a gun, but with his eyes, and the fact that even though his hazel eyes looked nothing like those of Hakim, it still reminded me of him, of that day when he finally broke the spine of my heart, along with my ribs. He didn't understand, he never will underst

Dante's POV I tried again to start the car, hoping that it would ignite, but after my fourth attempt, I knew that something wrong had developed somewhere. I got out of the car and opened the bonnet. I was never a mechanic, neither did I know anything about the anatomy of cars. The only things I knew about cars were how to drive them and how to fill in gas, but I just thought to open the bonnet, at least it was what people mostly did. The car engine seemed okay to me, even though I didn't even know what it meant for it to be okay. At least there was no smoke puffing out anywhere, and nothing seemed to be broken anywhere. A car was driving past me, and I covered up my eyes with my hands to prevent the headlights from hurting my eyes, and instead of the car to drive by fastly, it stopped right in front of me. “ What the fuck?” I said as I kept shielding my eyes, and it was only when I heard his voice did I realize that it was actually Cole. “ Hey, what's the problem?” He

“ Okay, bye bye”, I said as I hastily got off the vehicle, wishing Cole to drive off immediately, and just as if he could hear my thoughts, he pulled out of the driveway immediately I stepped down. I heaved in relief as I walked to where Basil had parked. “ Good morning”, Basil said as he stepped out of his car, reminding me that it was already past 12:00 am. “ Good morning, how're you doing?” I asked as he drew me in an embrace, such that I dropped my suitcase on the floor and circled my hands around his neck while relaxing into the warmth of his lips. “ You smell like coffee, did you drink coffee?” I asked, “ and why are you here by this time of the night? You never told me that you were coming”. “ Fitstly, yes, I did drink coffee. Secondly, I am here because I miss you, and I texted you that I was coming”, his green eyes bored into mine as he spoke with that his deep voice that I only heard at night. It was as if the voice only came when it noticed that the sky was da