All Chapters of Lost Love, Begone: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

On the way back to the classroom, I ran into my best friend.Seeing my hair loose and messy, she handed me a hair tie and asked, puzzled, "What happened, Tiffany? Don't you have a hair clip? Isn't it hot walking around like that?"I smiled and shook my head, calmly taking the tie from her."Lost it," I said.She didn't believe me. She pouted in disbelief."You'd lose your whole backpack before you'd lose that clip."She wasn't wrong.In fact, I had done exactly that before.That clip had been a birthday gift from Noah when I turned eighteen. I treated it like a treasure—didn't even let others touch it.Not long ago, the weather turned rough, and a strong wind swept through.On the walk home from school, the clip nearly blew away.Without a second thought, I tossed my backpack aside and chased after it.By the time I got back, the wind had pushed my bag into the river.I fished it out with a wooden pole, but all the books inside were soaked through.When I got home, I lied—

I understood Noah's intentions.What I didn't understand was where all that hatred suddenly came from.He used to care for me deeply—almost excessively so.How could someone change that completely, in such a short time?The crowd around us was growing by the second.I kept my head down and walked away as quickly as I could.Behind me, Noah shouted my name, leaning on his crutch like some kind of victorious rooster. And just before I disappeared from view, he threw one last sentence at my back."Tiffany, this isn't over!"I didn't know what else he had planned. But at least the academic competition hadn't made all my effort meaningless.I'd beaten Carla and taken first place.Standing on the award platform, I could feel her gaze burning into me.That same night, Noah was waiting for me downstairs.Under the dim streetlight, his expression was unreadable.I stood there for a moment, then grew impatient. I told him to move and reached out to push him aside.He stumbled, near

Noah suddenly grew anxious, rattling off a string of questions.I didn't respond much, just gave a faint nod and murmured, "Yeah."Then I quickened my pace, walked past him, and boarded a bus.Through the window, I saw Noah still standing there in a daze, as if he'd been frozen in place, unable to take even a single step. Only when the bus began to pull away did he seem to snap out of it.Panic washed over his face as he suddenly bolted toward the bus, yelling after me."Tiffany! I don't believe it! I don't believe you could be so cold to me! Get off the bus! I need to talk to you!"As the bus disappeared at the end of the street, I thought I saw him stumble and fall to the ground.Maybe it was pity, or maybe it was the lingering remnants of a past life, but to my surprise, my eyes stung with tears.'Noah, now you finally know what it feels like to be the one left behind,' I thought bitterly.A short while later, the bus stopped in front of the library. I swiped my student ID

After that, I did everything I could to avoid Noah, either locking myself inside at home or heading out early and returning late.I deliberately steered clear of anywhere he might show up.I even went on a two-week trip out of town with my best friend, just to keep my distance.It wasn't until the university registration date drew near that I finally returned home.I declined my parents' offer to take me. Instead, I set out alone for university.The moment I got into the cab at the entrance of our residential complex, I heard someone calling my name behind me.I turned instinctively and saw Noah running toward me, his face lit up with excitement.I quickly urged the driver to go.As the car merged into traffic, I caught a glimpse of him in the rearview mirror, standing there, lost and devastated.During the four years of university, I rarely came home. When I did, it was only for a brief stay—two weeks at most.The rest of the time, I was working part-time jobs to support mys