“Lol, what a question!” a guy nearby sneered. “You know how Vespera is. If she were here, Zevian wouldn’t even get a chance to lift his glass before she’d start lecturing him.”
They believed I was controlling Zevian and constantly clashing with them.
None of them were aware Zevian had a sensitive stomach. Right after he would drink alcohol, he would be in pain and unable to sleep through the night.
Out of the blue, one of his friends said, “I have to hand it to Zevian! How do you get her to wait on you hand and foot? Even my mom doesn’t take care of me as well as she does you!”
With a loud sound echoed, a wine glass was slammed onto the table, zipping everyone's lips and freezing the atmosphere.
Right there and then, I turned to Zevian, who frowned, looking too annoyed.
“I’m looking for a girlfriend, not a mother,” he snapped. “Who wants her taking care of me? She’s always hovering and nagging. It’s incredibly irritating!”
“Besides,” he sneered, “I never said she was my girlfriend.”
Zevian's sudden outburst took aback his friends. It took them a moment to recover and then one of them awkwardly laughed, “Yeah, you’re right, Zevian. She’s not as great as Elira Zamora. How can you even have a girlfriend like her? It's too impossible.”
With that, a girl beside Zevian leaned in closer to him. I sat there, watching them drink and enjoy themselves, their closeness making me feel like the world was slowly drifting away from me.
Zevian had once said he liked me being in control because it made him feel cared for and loved. But it turned out, in his heart, I was never indeed his girlfriend. I was nothing but a display.
So what was I? A plaything to be used at his whim? Or just a nanny he could call on whenever he wanted? I was left confused about how he truly saw me. He had been affectionate and sweet, but it was just a facade.
The tears I had been holding back finally fell. I kept telling myself, “Don’t cry, it’s not worth it. It’s just a man, just three years of youth. Isn’t it better to see through it now?”
But I couldn’t reconcile with it. I had loved this man for three years, slowly losing myself in the process, only to end up neglected and unclaimed.
I downed the drink in front of me in one swift motion. The fiery taste exploded in my mouth and the alcohol hit me, igniting a wild idea.