The Love That Died In Ten Years

I snuggled up in bed and flipped through all the photos I had with Joseph. They were all happy group photos.

I did not understand why he would stop loving me for no reason.

I cried until I had difficulty breathing and my eyes ran out of tears. I kept recalling the happy times we had together. But my excruciating pain reminded me that it was all in the past.

Soon after, I got up and changed my clothes. I did not want to stay there anymore.

My suite was on the top floor, so I could see the brightest star through the roof. There were only two such suites on the whole floor.

When leaving, I had to pass by another suite.

“Joe, do I look good?” They were probably leaning close to the door. Hence, I could hear their voices vaguely.

“Look in the mirror,” Joseph said.

I was rooted to the spot, and I felt numb all over. My fingers kept trembling as my mind urged me to open that door.

However, I was too timid to do so.

In the end, I wandered alone outside on that silent winter night. Even though I fell, I felt no pain.

I reached home at dawn. My mother, Catherine Levine, was already waiting for me at the door.

“Hey, why didn’t you answer my calls? I’ve been waiting for you all morning!” I got used to her rebukes long ago, so I silently opened the door.

“I’m talking to you! Are you listening?!”

“Yes, I am,” I replied coldly and returned to my room to pack up my things. I did not have many items to bring with me, so I casually stuffed a few clothes into my luggage.

“Where are you going? Where are you going?!” Catherine roared angrily, but I was too tired to interact with her.

“Joseph is cheating on me. I’m getting out of here,” I explained calmly.