Love for Many Years: I will Forget You and All the Memories

But this time, regardless of the Moore family's instructions in advance, Caleb's red hair and Troy's green hair, which was even more eye-catching, infuriated the head teacher. After all, he had just started the job and wanted to lead an excellent class, so he got angry. He criticized the two of them and demanded that they not enter the classroom tomorrow if they didn't dye their hair back to black. After that, he arranged for Caleb to sit with me for the first time.

The head teacher said, "Libby Carter, go to the side of Caleb in the sixth row, group one."

Libby Carter was my name.

It was good that the head teacher noticed me. At that moment, I wanted to hide somewhere.

I felt that the boys who were familiar with Caleb were looking at me as if they were saying, "Did this girl do something?"

For the first time, the distance between the sixth row from my current position was so far. I felt that maybe I was walking awkwardly at this moment.

Caleb stared at me meaningfully. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

I prayed in my heart, "Don't talk to me, thank you."

But he talked to me.

He said, "Do you listen to music?"

Caleb was not the type of person with eye-catching facial features. In a novel, he should be the second male lead. He was not stunning, but he was refreshing. With a pair of charming eyes, he looked particularly handsome when he smiled. The sense of carefreeness was exclusive to him.

After saying so, he, who had been smiling pretentiously, smiled normally.

Of course, he was good-looking when he smiled.

I didn't know what Caleb meant. I originally thought he wanted to scold me. Then I realized that all of this was arranged by the head teacher. I couldn't blame myself, so I said calmly, "Yes."

Then Caleb handed me a Bluetooth earphone. After putting it on, I found that the song playing now was a sad love song.

The song told a story of tortuous and unrequited love, and there seemed to be a touch of worry and pain in Caleb's eyes.

He turned to look at Clara. I didn't know what he was thinking.

The wine-red hair matched his fair skin, making his face slightly flushed. He was just a boy in his first year of high school, with some longing for love.

Perhaps when he was listening to the song, he was thinking about how to spend his life with Clara until his old age.

Unfortunately, he might not have expected that I would become the one he would spend the rest of his life with.

But we only tortured each other. I couldn't spend my life with him until his old age.

"Drip. Drip. Drip"

In a state of blurred consciousness, I seemed to hear the sound of the electrocardiogram.

I wanted to move my body, only to find that I couldn't exert any strength. I struggled to open my eyes and looked around, only to find myself hospitalized in a bed.

I didn't die. For a moment, I didn't know whether to be happy or not. I never had the idea of committing suicide. The car accident this time was purely an accident. At the moment of the collision, what had flashed across my mind made me feel that nothing was so important anymore.

Having survived the disaster, I decided in my heart, which was, to divorce Caleb.