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In fact, it only seemed to validate the doubts cast upon me, further exacerbating my sense of being perceived in a negative light. It was disheartening to realize that I had expected him to come forward and defend my innocence, challenging the prevailing perceptions. This experience was yet another reminder of why I had become accustomed to not expecting much from anyone. My expectations had been consistently met with disappointment, reinforcing the belief that relying on others often yielded disillusionment.

The company even made it into Forbes' list of top global companies. The elders of the Garvin family approved of me and said that I brought their family good luck. Although Bradley treated me coldly, the warmth I received from the Garvin family's elders still made me feel happy and content. That was until I broke the box, shattering all of the illusions. Someone pushed the door open. My mother told me that Terrence Garvin would be coming back soon. I froze and remained silent. It seemed like my mother had something else to say. In the end, she merely sighed and walked away.

She bit her lip and said, "Relying on yourself is always better than relying on others. Only by relying on yourself will you not be disappointed." Because the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. "But I really want to become a person you can rely on. What should I do?" He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her calmly. "If it's you..." she smiled, "Then of course it would be great. I'll be waiting for you to take care of me in the future.”

“Sure. Because luck always falls straight into my lap. That’s me—born with a silver spoon up my ass.” His lips twitch, almost a smile. “I’m serious, Eris. Everyone knows it. You’ve worked your ass off. You’ve outperformed all of us. Don’t act like you didn’t expect it.” I shake my head, still staring at the street below. “Expecting things gets you disappointed. I stopped playing that game a long time ago.” We stand there in silence, our shoulders inches apart. The city hums. My phone vibrates again in my hand, another call from My Baby. I press the power button hard until the screen goes black. Luke notices. He doesn’t comment.

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Hopefully, the rest of the day would be better; it could not get much worse. -

I shouldn't be here. That seems to have become my new mantra and each time, things turn out better than I expect. I hope it's the case today. Taking a swig from the water bottle on the table while I wait for the first person to show up, I try to push the nagging thoughts out of my head.

I guess I'll just have to wait and see what life has in stock for us Not that I was expecting anything but…. you know what they say? A girl can hope……

People say we can't pin our hopes on someone. No matter how good they are. Humans are fallible creatures, and we can disappoint others unintentionally. We can also abandon others. Our hearts can flip. One second, we love someone. The next, we can hate them. So what can help? It's by not expecting anything from someone. I've done it before, and when it hit me my whole life, I was devastated. But I found hope in myself again, which comes from trusting myself and realizing that no one else but me can make me happy.

In fact, the idea of me relying on another player is equal to falling head first on solid concrete and hoping for it to be soft and cushy. This is the game of life. A shitty, flawed, and structureless single-player experience that's not so bad, as long as you keep yourself covered. Trusting in people again would be a grave mistake. That's why, Charlotte——I won't be waiting for your perfect world..