All Chapters of Confession Night Turned Into Goodbye: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My phone vibrated beside my pillow. I opened my eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling.It was the third day after our breakup. During those three days, I had blocked Jaxson on every social media platform and went to stay at the school's dormitory. He hadn't come looking for me once.He was convinced I was just throwing a tantrum. He assumed that I'd go back to him and apologize in a few days.The withdrawal was unbearable. After all, one wouldn't just forget a habit that had stuck around for 18 years.When I woke up in the morning, I'd instinctively reach for my phone to check for Jaxson's good morning message. Whenever I passed a convenience store, I'd automatically think about buying him a bottle of long black.Whenever I came across a funny video, my finger would unconsciously drift toward the share button before I suddenly caught myself and smiled bitterly at our chat window.On the morning of the fourth day, I forced myself out of bed, washed up, got dressed, and headed to

It only took 40 minutes to get from the airport back to the apartment Jaxson and I had shared. Our high school had been far from home. We had rented the apartment together so we could focus on studying.As I pushed open the door, the motion-sensor light in the entryway flicked on. Its warm glow fell across the shoe cabinet, where two pairs of matching couple's slippers sat side by side.I walked straight into the bedroom. There, I pulled two suitcases out from under the bed and laid them open on the carpet.Then, I calmly packed my clothes, books, and laptop.As I packed, memories of everything we had shared kept flashing before my eyes. A photo of us at an amusement park was still stuck to the refrigerator. On the bookshelf sat the copy of "The Solitude of the Century" that I'd marked, but he had never bothered to open.Even in the bathroom, our electric toothbrushes still hung side by side.Everything in the apartment carried a piece of the life we'd once shared. The sweeter th

Jaxson pounded on the door downstairs for half an hour. He almost drew the attention of the area's security guards.Wearing her pajamas, Tamara stepped onto the balcony. "If you keep harassing me, I'm calling the police!""Tamara, I'm begging you. Please tell me where Mira is," Jaxson said, staring up at the second-floor balcony. "I've realized how much of a jerk I'd been. Just tell me where she is. I'll get down on my knees and apologize to her!"Seeing the once-arrogant scion looking so miserable, Tamara felt immensely satisfied.She looked down at him coldly and said, "It's too late. Mira already left to report to Wesmuth University. She changed all her contact information just to get away from trash like you. Stop bothering her. The least you can do is not disrupt her life. You owe her that much."With that, Tamara shut the balcony door."Wesmuth University..." Jaxson muttered to himself, a look of stubborn determination filling his eyes.That was right—Wesmuth University.

It was the Wesmuth University orientation gala.As the freshman representative, I stood beneath the spotlight in the grand auditorium, dressed in a formal gown. Calmly and confidently, I read my speech. My voice carried through the microphone across the entire hall."Over the next four years, may we all learn to shut out the noise of the outside world and discover our own irreplaceable value."As my words came to an end, the audience burst into applause. I gave a slight bow and turned to leave the stage.When I reached the dimly lit hallway backstage, I saw Jaxson standing there. He was dressed in a meticulously tailored suit and was holding a large bouquet of red roses. His eyes were bloodshot.The moment he saw me, he slowly walked toward me, taking one careful step at a time.He spoke in a hoarse voice. "Mira, I know everything now. Back then, Ingrid broke the rules in the computer lab on purpose. She just wanted to see if I'd come to her rescue unconditionally. I saw the scre

Three years later, I stood in the Wesmuth University physics laboratory. Wearing a white lab coat, I was recording the final set of data."Congratulations, Dr. Hewlett. Your paper has been accepted by a top-tier journal." Zayn walked in carrying a folder, smiling from ear to ear."Congratulations to you too, Professor Sharpe." I smiled back.Over the past three years, I had secured direct admission into a combined master's and Ph.D. program thanks to my outstanding academic performance. Zayn, on the other hand, had become the youngest associate professor at Wesmuth University.Together, we had reached the top of our respective fields.I glanced down at the ring on my left ring finger. Zayn had slipped it onto my finger last month when he proposed to me in the laboratory.It was a simple ring. Engraved on the inside was the journal identification number of the first paper we had ever published together.He had said, "Miranda, I can't weave you a grass ring, but I can give you a f