Chapter 3#

[OP] Just Registered A Random Account Posting Time: 2017-01-17 21:11:21

After graduation, A and I had a breakup scare. Since I dare to write about this, I’m not afraid of you guys chasing me with ten-meter-long machetes. Because… because… I was the one who actively asked to get back together +_+

Our university is also in City X. My home is here, my sister is here, so naturally, I wanted to stay here after graduation. But A wanted to go to City Y. At that time, he gave many reasons: City Y is more developed with more opportunities, he wanted to strive more while young, etc. Maybe he really had these reasons for wanting to go to City Y, but after I gave up the job I found in City X and came to City Y with him, I discovered that B also came to City Y after returning to the country. I think this is the real reason why A wanted to come to City Y regardless of everything.

It felt like a blow to the head because A never mentioned that B would be in City Y. He probably knew in his heart that B was a hurdle I couldn’t get over, and if I knew B was in City Y, I definitely wouldn’t want to come.

That day we had dinner with B. I was in a bad mood and didn’t say much. I’m the kind of person who can’t hide my thoughts; everything shows on my face. If I laugh, I laugh; if I cry, I cry. There’s no such thing as hiding a dagger behind a smile or saying one thing and meaning another. On the way back, A was unhappy. He asked me what problem I had with B, why I was inexplicably pulling a long face during a perfectly good meal.

I found it particularly funny at the time. Before I even asked you, you started questioning me. You are always right, and it’s always my fault.

I asked him: Why didn’t you tell me before that B came to City Y?

A replied: There was no need. You are not very close to him anyway. Besides, does it affect you whether he comes to City Y or not?

Me: Then does it affect you that he came to City Y?

A: …………

Silence. Silence means tacit admission.

I sneered in my heart. Look at this person. When it comes to matters related to B, he isn’t even willing to coax me a little.

We walked home in silence. After graduation, I rented an apartment with him. It was already past ten o’clock at night when we got home. I really didn’t want to sleep with A that day. I started packing my things, preparing to go out and stay in a hotel. He snatched my suitcase and asked me what madness I was up to. I said if you like B, go be with him. Back then, when I liked you, I dared to chase you. You’ve liked him for so many years but haven’t dared to chase him. Why are you such a coward?

Maybe this sentence hit A’s sore spot. He got angry, threw away my luggage, and shouted at me: “How do you know I haven’t chased him?!”

Oh, so he has chased him. Then he admitted he likes B.

I knew he liked B, but hearing him say it himself was another feeling. I felt like my heart was squeezed hard. As soon as he finished that sentence, my eyes turned red.

I really… just wanted to reason with him calmly, or argue, whatever, but please, why can’t I help crying whenever I get emotional? And the more I cry, the more emotional I get, until finally, I’m sobbing so much I can’t even speak clearly. That cowardly look makes me unable to bear recalling it.

Seeing me cry, A calmed down. He reached out to hug me, but I pushed him away. I had quite a lot of strength that day. He was pushed directly to the edge of the dining table. The dining table was wooden and very light. The cups and plates on it crashed to the floor and broke.

A frowned and told me not to make trouble out of nothing.

I didn’t think I was making trouble out of nothing. Your life revolves around your “white moonlight” (ideal crush), revolving and rotating. Can’t I choose not to revolve with you?

I picked up my luggage, tears falling down patter-patter. I had never felt so aggrieved. My dad, my mom, my sister, who didn’t spoil me? Why am I nothing when it comes to you?

I sobbed and pointed at him, shouting: “Go chase… chase him…” A came up to pull me again. This time I kicked him hard. I didn’t think I was that strong, but he sat directly on the floor. I don’t know if it was real or fake. He called me from behind, but I ignored him, closed the door, and left.

Oh, but he didn’t come out to chase me either.

I dragged my luggage and found a random hotel to stay in. The young lady at the front desk stared at me several times. At that time, I thought maybe it was because I was handsome ( €€° €€€€ €€°). Later, when checking out, the young lady said that if she hadn’t seen my ID card and seeing me crying like that, she would have thought I was a high school student running away from home (Awkward.jpg).

I stayed in the hotel for a few days. I went to work during the day and went out for dinner with colleagues at night. I attended any gathering available, just didn’t want to go back to the hotel alone. I actually didn’t understand what I wanted to do myself. Did I really want to break up? No. Did I want to make a scene and then go back? No. I just wanted an attitude, wanted A to give me a clear attitude that I was more important than B. But A didn’t contact me during those few days.

A normal person’s heart would have gone cold long ago, but I… I dare not continue, afraid you guys will bring out cannons to blast me… (Scared.jpg)

Sigh, the fact is, I could hold back for the first few days, but later I missed A more and more. I couldn’t help checking what he posted on his social media. The day I left, he posted a photo of his hand bleeding from a glass cut. Someone asked him what happened below, and he said the cat at home did it.

??? We didn’t have a cat. So he meant I did it? I just pushed him twice. I don’t know if he got cut when he sat on the floor.

A rarely posts on Moments. If he does, it’s about some team winning or travel photos. Even if he broke his leg, he wouldn’t bother posting on Moments. I think he posted it for me to see.

He knew I wouldn’t be able to resist checking his Moments, and then seeing his hand injured, I would feel guilty. Once I felt guilty, my anger would dissipate. He could guess my little thoughts pretty accurately. He knew my weaknesses. In short, he felt he had me under his thumb.

Two days later, he posted another text: My cat ran away from home (Heartbroken.jpg).

I felt like I was doing reading comprehension. What does the cat refer to? Like the previous Moment, does it refer to me? Or did his parents really get a cat and the cat ran away from home? If it refers to me, then he said I ran away from home, meaning he considers the place we live as home? Does that heartbroken symbol mean he is quite sad that I left?

I spent the whole morning on the weekend thinking about these few words of his. In the evening, I asked colleagues out for dinner and drinks. My alcohol tolerance is not good; I get drunk after a few bottles. My colleagues didn’t know where my home was. When they asked me, I couldn’t say clearly either. Dizzy and emboldened by alcohol, I said call my brother to pick me up.

Then I let my colleague call A. My colleague thought he was really my brother, so he called him and said your younger brother is drunk, we are at XXX, do you have time to pick him up?

Later I was really drunk. I don’t remember when A came to pick me up or how he dragged me home at all. I only know that when I woke up in the morning, I was lying in bed at home. He had changed my clothes because when I ran away from home, I took all my clothes, so the underwear I was wearing was his.

When I woke up, he had already gotten up and bought the crab roe soup dumplings from the shop I liked. Then my heart softened. He still cared about me a little bit.

I dawdled and didn’t go to eat breakfast. After all, we were still fighting, right? It would be so shameful to just go eat like that.

A knew what I was thinking. Sitting at the dining table flipping through a newspaper, he said if you want to throw a tantrum, eat breakfast first, lest you faint from hypoglycemia again.

During the time my mom passed away, I fainted twice from hypoglycemia because I didn’t eat.

Maybe this is where A is formidable. Saying a few appropriate words at the appropriate time, he easily made the defenses I had built up with great difficulty collapse completely.

While eating, I wondered if I was too excessive. This matter was actually just him taking me and B for a meal, and then I quarreled with him and ran away from home. It seems what he did wasn’t that wrong.

After breakfast, he asked me what I was doing in the afternoon. I asked him if we were reconciled?

He said if you think so, then yes.

Then in the afternoon, he took me to bring my luggage back home.

In short, I still loved him. Whenever something happened, I always wanted to find excuses for him, comforting myself that this was a small matter. People in love, ah, just compromise like this again and again, lowering the bottom line again and again.

After that quarrel, he was more attentive to me than before. He made breakfast for me in the morning, took me out to play on weekends. During that period, there was even an incident where he fought with a guy who was chasing me. I really thought my relationship with him would get better and better, until that incident happened.

[1st Floor] You Convince Or Not_: What happened? Just say it, don’t keep us in suspense, okay? (Seduce.jpg)

[2nd Floor] xixi Steel Straight_: OP, are you very ugly, fat, and full of acne? Otherwise, how can you be so cheap?

[3rd Floor] That Flower That Person That Dog: The person above is even using personal attacks? That’s too much.

[4th Floor] xixi Steel Straight_: I just want to scold him awake. Some people don’t understand when you talk nicely.

[5th Floor] That Flower That Person That Dog: Didn’t OP say they broke up? He woke up long ago, does he need you to scold?

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[9th Floor] I Want To Be Double Digits: OP, let me tell you the honest truth. A being such a scumbag is all because you spoiled him. When two people get along, even if their status is not equal, there must be a bottom line. Your blind tolerance and indulgence will only make him take you less and less seriously. Think about how much your family loves you, yet you don’t know how to love yourself. I won’t sympathize with you. In short, you deserved it.

[10th Floor] Carrie: Xiaoxi, that scumbag actually didn’t contact you for the few days you ran away from home. If it were my boyfriend, I would have broken up 2000 times already (Indifferent.jpg).

[11th Floor] initialgone: The people above actually started arguing.