After Secret Love is Broken

Unexpected.

Woke up the next day.

Just two hours ago, Jared sent me a message.

"Didn't you say you would give me a gift after graduation? Give you a chance to bring it to me."

He talked and directly sent me an address.

Recalling the embarrassment of last night, I didn't reply to his message.

However, in a place I didn't know.

Jared stared at his phone waiting for my reply.

"Jared, don't worry. After being your loyal follower for three years, she won't easily let go. She will definitely come to find you."

Jared put down his phone and sneered, "Who cares if she comes? She's just a dog who comes running at a beckoning hand, who cares!"

He occasionally glanced at his phone while saying that.

But he couldn't get a response from me.

He became increasingly irritable and kicked the coffee table.

Not long after, I received another message from him.

He said, "Ilisa, you think you're something, not replying to my messages, huh? Then don't ever message me again!"

When I saw this message, I happened to be filling out my college application.

I quickly glanced at it and focused my attention on more important matters.

When I finished filling out the application and picked up my phone to send him a message to mutually delete our chat history, I noticed a red exclamation mark next to the message I sent.

He was playing this game again.

As long as things didn't go his way.

He would casually delete me.

Waiting for me to beg him.

He added back with a proud attitude.

Every time, it was always me who lowered my head.

But now I lowered my head and looked at the bruises on my knees.

The scenes from last night flashed through my mind again.

It was like reminding me that my unhidden crush should end.

This time, I didn't beg him to add me back like before.

Instead, I deleted everything about him.

After doing these things, I looked at Instagram.

Just saw a fresh video from the people who were making a fuss in the private room yesterday.

The background was the private room. They were cheering and making noise in the video.

Meanwhile, I stood opposite Jared, looking at him affectionately.

The video captured all of my embarrassment.

The person who posted the video, George, even mentioned me specifically and said, "One failure doesn't count. Come again next time, and if there's something funny like this, remember to let us know in advance."

My heart ached.

I had calmed down, watching the video again, Jared's gaze towards me was filled with annoyance.

He made it so obvious.

Why couldn't I see through it?

My confession.

For Jared, it may be considered an insult.

And for those who were watching the show, I was a clown bringing a funny performance.

I took a deep breath and tried my best to restrain my surging heart, and replied to him, "It's impossible."

There was no possibility between me and Jared anymore.

We were originally two straight parallel lines, and it was impossible to force it.

My mom was shocked for a moment after knowing the university I applied for.

She asked in confusion, "Did you make an appointment with Ervin?"

What does it mean?

I looked at her curiously and asked, "What do you mean?"

"You both chose the same university, and he performed exceptionally well this time. I thought he would choose a better school."

My mom was muttering something, and I couldn't hear it clearly.

All I knew was that in this unfamiliar city, I had someone relatively familiar.