Quiet Love Is Hidden in the Details

Eric Wilson gave me a bracelet as a gift, and I wore it for three years.

Later, I saw many bracelets exactly like the one on my hand in his study, and many letters of reconciliation to his beloved girl, Yolanda Watson.

Then I realized that he had personally made hundreds of bracelets for Yolanda and picked out the best one to give to her.

The necklace he gave me was just one of his failed products, but I had worn it for three years as if it were a treasure.

What made me feel more depressed was that Yolanda was the person who bullied me for three years when I was a student.

Before I saw these bracelets, I was still happily imagining the future of Eric and I.

But now, those neatly arranged and carefully woven bracelets seemed to slap me in the face.

There was a letter next to each bracelet, and each letter had the same person's name on it.

Yolanda was the nightmare in my life.

When I was a student, there were always dirty handwriting marks on my clothes. I was always blocked at the toilet door, and my hair was always pulled out in handfuls.

The disgusting smell of mop water made me vomit.

I wanted to vomit and didn't even dare to pick up those letters.

As I stretched out my hand tremblingly, I suddenly saw the bracelet on my hand.

I pulled the bracelet off like a madman and sat on the ground in a daze.

Yolanda once stepped on my hand and broke it. Later, she used the money to solve the matter. My hand would still hurt from time to time.

When I thought that the vicious woman had the same bracelet as mine, my body couldn't stop shaking.

After struggling for a while, I picked up one of the letters.

[Yolanda, I'm in love, but as long as you are willing to come back to me, you will always be my first choice.]

[Yolanda, she is a boring girl. It would be great if you could come back. I only love you.]

[Yolanda, I won't marry her. She just looks a bit like you.]

...

The envelope fell to the ground, and the bracelet I threw aside was dazzling.

It turned out that it was just a failed product given to me by Eric.

But I wore it for three years as if it were a treasure.

Every time I tentatively asked him about marriage, he was silent because he had someone he deeply loved in his heart.

But why?

Should my youth be trampled upon?

A familiar sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

For many nights, I waited for Eric's footsteps.

But this time, I had no expectations at all.

The dim warm light in the study shone on him, making him look like a god, but more like a devil.

I slumped to the ground and he looked down at me.

Seeing the envelopes scattered on the ground, Eric was a little surprised.

Then he stepped over the bracelet I threw on the ground without hesitation.

He didn't notice that under his feet, the beads on the bracelet scattered and rolled to all corners of the room.

I stared at the beads, like a machine.

Eric tilted his head, with anger in his eyes.

"Jasmine, who let you into my study? How dare you touch these things!"

As I looked at him, I couldn't speak as if my throat was choked.

It was Eric who saved me from danger time and time again.

It was he who taught me to be confident, and healed the hurt I suffered bit by bit.

At this moment, those painful memories came back again.

I was a humble and silent girl.

Eric was the one who changed me.

But now, everything seemed to go back to the past.

He showed me through his actions that I didn't deserve love.

Eric picked up the scattered letters one by one and put them away carefully as if they were treasures.

After that, he stood up. Seeing that I was in a daze, he seemed to come to his senses.

He reached out his hand to pull me, but I subconsciously dodged.

I accidentally stepped on the scattered beads on the ground, but he just glanced at them and looked away.

Eric frowned and took my hand again.

"Jasmine, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you, but you shouldn't have touched these things."

He paused, trying to humble himself.

"Don't get me wrong, Yolanda and I are over. These are just for commemoration. Every man has someone he can't forget. Do you understand me?"

I touched my face and it was cold.

Suddenly, I remembered that when I was bullied in high school, Eric always showed up in time.

It turned out that since then, he had been closely following Yolanda.

"Eric, you saved me from danger again and again back then. It was just a game between the two of you, right?"