Six Years of Sincere Love, Ultimately Just Empty Words

The movers were efficient.

In less than an hour, the house that had once been filled with the warmth of life was now cold and empty.

I looked around at the place I had lived in for almost three years, feeling a sense of loss.

Zak and I had met on a hiking trip.

After being cooped up at home for too long, my parents had ordered me to go out and relax.

I had planned to hike with a close friend, but she bailed on me at the last minute.

Unfamiliar with hiking, I soon found myself lagging behind the group.

Eventually, I realized I was lost.

To make matters worse, my phone died.

Hearing wolves howling in the distance, I burst into tears, thinking this was the end.

Just then, someone sneered beside me, "With courage like that, why did you even come hiking?"

I was about to snap back when the man handed me a packet of tissues.

He said, "Here, wipe your tears."

I took the tissues and ate the bread he offered, but I refused to thank him.

With his help, I finally reached the summit, where we watched the glorious sunrise.

But what etched itself into my memory more than the sunrise was Zak's earnest expression as he closed his eyes to make a wish.

At that moment, I believed in love at first sight.

We exchanged contacts, and I began pursuing him fervently.

Every day, I sent him a new romantic message and ordered meals to be delivered to his office like clockwork.

Zak always politely thanked me, but he would transfer the money for the meals back to me without fail.

This continued for nearly three months.

Then, one night, drunk and emboldened, I asked him why he wouldn't accept my confession.

Zak told me that a rich girl like me didn't belong in his world.

Once I understood what was holding him back, I assured him that I didn't care about his background and that I was willing to help him rebuild his life.

But still, he refused.

I eventually gave up pursuing him.

I stopped bothering him, choosing to respect his wishes.

But just as I was preparing to study abroad, he somehow found out and rushed to the airport, breathless as he stopped me.

He said, "Are you leaving the country?

"Without you around to bother me, something's been missing from my life.

"Could you stay for me?"

Hearing his clumsy confession, I was overjoyed, completely missing the gaps in his words.

In front of everyone, I happily agreed to stay.

To protect his fragile ego, I moved out of my family's mansion and willingly shared a tiny, less-than-30-square-meter basement with him.

In the third year of our relationship, Zak said he wanted to start a business, and I supported him with both hands.

I even had my father secretly fund his company.

When the company was finally established, Zak cooked a feast and promised me something.

Once the company grew successful, he would give me a wedding that everyone would envy.

And so I waited, for another three years.

But instead of the wedding I had been waiting for, I got the news that his first love had returned.

Three months ago, I discovered hundreds of tickets to Ylugas in his study, and that's when I realized he had been pining for her all along.

We had the most intense argument in our history.

I demanded to know if he had ever truly cared about me.

He assured me that if he had ever wanted to reunite with Olivia, he wouldn't have agreed to our engagement.

I believed him.

But I never expected that, on the day he was supposed to meet my parents, he would abandon me for her.

Three hours in the cold wind had blown away my delusions of love and shown me just how terrible the man I had loved for six years truly was.

I would never forget the moment I arrived, late and exhausted, and instead of asking where Zak was, my parents were worried about the blisters on my heels from walking so far.

That was the moment I made up my mind.

If his heart belonged to someone else, I wasn't going to fight for it anymore.