Goodbye to My Confined Love

Oscar's calm demeanor made me feel like a villain.

"Why am I angry? Have a good time. I just remembered that I still have some work to do, so I'll head out first."

With a smile, I stood up and was about to leave.

"Wait. Are you still upset about Amelia setting off fireworks for Oscar?" Debra asked deliberately, gazing at me provocatively.

As this matter was mentioned, Oscar said, "I'm sorry, Adrian. I was in a bad mood at that time, so Amelia came up with this idea. If it bothers you, we can take you with us next time we have fun."

Amelia frowned. "I just organized a fireworks show. Why are you so annoyed? Adrian, you are too petty."

Her words created a tense atmosphere in the room.

Oscar grinned at me out of her view, as if quietly asserting their closeness.

Wasn't it ridiculous that those who did wrong often failed to recognize their own mistakes?

Amelia remained oblivious to her fault as ever.

She believed that with time, I would forget about it and that the matter would be resolved.

I beamed calmly. "Well, you are right. The fireworks were beautiful. You can do it again."

With that, I walked away without hesitation.

When the door closed, I heard Oscar's voice. "Amelia, go chase him and apologize. Adrian is obviously furious."

"Leave him alone. He will be fine in a few days."

Amelia's words hurt me like a sword.

​What had I done to inspire her with such confidence?​

I stepped out of the hotel slowly.

A cool autumn breeze swept through the night.

I strolled along the bustling streets.

The roadside was crowded with people.

Couples passed by me, their loving demeanor truly enviable.

Before Oscar returned, Amelia and I had been as affectionate as them.

We held hands tightly, unwilling to let go, fearing the other might vanish.

So, why did we become like this?

I panted heavily, feeling breathless.

At the sight of an ice cream stall on the roadside, I pondered for a while and went to buy one.

The moment I received the ice cream, Amelia's complaints suddenly came to mind.

"Your stomach problem is so severe. Why are you eating something cold? You're risking your life."

I took a bite, and it tasted just cloyingly sweet.

It was not delicious, even somewhat bitter.

The air also became foul.

I was about to ask the boss if the ice cream had gone bad when a couple happily ate theirs with relish.

That seemed to be my problem.

Suppressing the melancholy, I turned back home.

Upon my arrival, Amelia texted me.

[Are you home yet?]

I glanced at it but didn't reply.

Not long after, she sent another message. [We didn't enjoy the meal today because of you. Let's host them another day.]

I still didn't reply.

Perhaps Amelia had lost her patience and called me directly.

I put down my phone and ignored it.

When I got back from the shower, my phone had stopped ringing.

Before going to sleep, I habitually checked Instagram, only to unexpectedly see a post by Oscar from five minutes ago.

Amelia appeared to have hired a surrogate driver, with her and him seated in the back of the car.

In the photo, she leaned lazily on his shoulder with her eyes closed. He lowered his head slightly, and his lips were only half an inch away from hers.

The caption read: [No matter how much time goes by, we'll always be the same.]

With a mocking smile, I replied to her: [Congratulations.]