If Love is Forgotten, I will Still Be There

3

Restlessness overwhelmed me, and I lost control, letting my emotions spiral.

My right hand clenched tightly into a fist, and I began pounding it hard against my leg.

Again and again, without stopping.

The physical pain, coupled with the psychological torment, pushed me closer and closer to the edge of the cliff.

Suddenly, the urgent ringing of my phone pulled me back from that cliff.

I gasped for air, taking several deep breaths to suppress the agitation inside me.

“Hello, Dr. Knight… Conner.”

When I spoke, my voice was unmistakably hoarse.

Conner paused for a moment before responding: “Are you… alright?”

“I’m fine.”

After answering him, a strange silence settled between us.

In that quiet, my heartbeat quickened.

Eventually, it was Conner who hung up.

His call had interrupted my spiraling thoughts, but when I went back to check the social media post, the page wouldn’t load anymore.

Of course, the server had chosen the perfect time to crash.

Unwilling to give up, I kept refreshing the page, again and again, clicking “reload” over and over.

I had to give it to the developers for their speed.

After yet another refresh, the page finally loaded.

I hurriedly scrolled to the comments section, hoping to see if there was any response from him.

[I ship this so hard!]

[Bold and beautiful, this confession is way too sweet!]

[They’re such a perfect match!]

[Lock this in! They’re meant to be!!]

No.

There was none of that.

Instead, the comments section was surprisingly peaceful.

[Don’t even try. Jamie said when he entered the industry that he already has a girlfriend, and she’s not in the business.]

[Same here, he’s waiting for his girl, not some random opportunist.]

[Agreed.]

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People are contradictory creatures. And I was no exception – especially now.

I was scared that he had moved on, yet at the same time, I feared he was stuck in the past because of me.

Reading those comments, I found myself thinking that maybe my imagined scenario wasn’t so bad after all.

I never expected Jameson to remember the casual joke I made so long ago.

4

It was two years and four months after I brought Jameson back.

That year, several male celebrities had major scandals.

One after another, their careers crumbled, and I couldn’t keep up with all the drama.

I remembered casually complaining to Jameson, “There’s no such thing as sincerity in showbiz – it’s just a giant cesspool.”

Jameson looked up and met my gaze, his expression unusually serious. “I won’t.”

Seeing my confusion, he straightened up, his voice clear and resolute as he repeated, “I won’t.”

I stared at him for a long time before realizing what he meant.

A mischievous thought crossed my mind, and I couldn’t resist teasing him, “Oh? You’re making promises now? If you become famous, would you dare to publicly announce your relationship right away?”

I knew exactly how tricky that question was – announcing a relationship after becoming famous?

Only a fool would sabotage their own career like that.

I didn’t expect Jameson to agree. After all, people are inherently self-serving.

Wasn’t my reason for picking up Jameson selfish to begin with?

But he still nodded and said yes.

I just laughed it off at the time and didn’t take it seriously.

It was the kind of thing you hear and forget. Taking it seriously would just be foolish.

Now, my finger hovered over that comment.

The words were there, real and undeniable, right in front of me.

He had truly kept his promise.

Jameson, you big fool.

Not long after, Jameson himself entered the fray.

[Waiting for her, not for some random flower.]

Those words were anything but subtle, delivering a direct blow.

Within minutes, Jameson’s comment was pushed to the top by his fans.

The replies under his comment were exactly what I had imagined earlier – full of support and blessings.

Jameson seemed to have plenty of time on his hands; he responded to each of his fans’ congratulatory messages with a “thank you.”

Soon, his comment section became a towering pile of replies.

I scrolled through them, not even finding it boring.