Our Love Is Covered In Dust

I was sleepless all night. I watched as the sky gradually brightened. Then I went into the kitchen to keep myself busy.

After Henry got up, he saw my swollen eyes and hugged me from behind, feeling sorry for me. He said, "Did you work overtime again last night? If you're too tired, don't do it anymore. The entertainment industry is full of different people from all walks of life. I'm worried about you."

I forced a smile, feeling that I was a hypocrite person. I looked down at his empty left hand and said, "Did you lose your ring? I haven't seen it in a long time."

Henry was stunned. He instinctively pulled his hand back, using his right hand to cover it. He said, "Maybe I took it off and left it somewhere when I met a client yesterday. I'll look for it later."

When I graduated from college, Henry took a late mid-night flight to come to my school. He waited downstairs in the dormitory building for a whole night.

He, who had always been flamboyant and unrestrained, knelt nervously amidst the cheers of the crowd.

The ring was in the shape of a simple Möbius strip.

He fixed his moist eyes on me. His choked voice trembled imperceptibly. He said, "The Mobius strip symbolizes infinite loops, which is just like us. We will always meet each other no matter what."

"My dream is to make you happy."

I laughed at his silliness with tears in my eyes. I responded with the same firm promise.

"But now, Henry seems to have jumped off the train where he is destined to meet me."

I got my happiness from him, and he ruined my happy life by himself.

Before leaving for work, Henry stood at the entrance as usual. Hugging and kissing me, he said, "Be careful on the way. I love you."

My body wasn't loyal to my mind. I habitually responded to him first, saying, "I love you too."

The sunshine outside the window was bright. The sky was clear. For a moment, I almost thought that everything that happened yesterday was just a dream of mine.

"We are still a couple, who have overcome many obstacles and are about to start the next stage of life."

When I met Libby, who was wearing an intern badge, at a magazine shooting site, memories and pain came rushing up to me belatedly.

Overwhelmingly, I was stunned on the spot.

Libby saw me too. Seemingly unsurprised, she turned around and walked straight towards me.

The female protagonist in the wedding photos, who had almost burned me to ashes yesterday, was now standing in front of me so lively.

There was no sign at all.

I was astonished. But Libby smiled provocatively as if everything were under her control.

She impolitely looked me up and down at first. Then she frowned slightly, saying, "I don't quite look like her. She is much older than me."

She proudly extended her hand, saying, "I'm Libby Shawn, Henry's... "

She elongated her voice, saying, "His girlfriend."

I shook her hand and said with a fake smile, 'What a coincidence. I am his girlfriend too."