Deep down, I already knew the answer; I just didn't want to face it.
When all possibilities are ruled out, the remaining possibility, no matter how cruel, is the truth.
I sighed heavily, feeling a wave of despair wash over me.
The next morning, I broke my routine and didn't make breakfast. I left early, something I'd never done before.
In the past, I would prepare breakfast and coax Cynthia to wake up.
She had a terrible morning mood, and I had to tread carefully, half-pleading and half-begging her to eat.
I would wait until she finished before eating her leftovers.
But not this time.
At work, I enjoyed a nutritious breakfast and started my day calmly.
Not long after, I received a call from Cynthia.
She was furious, accusing me of not waking her up and making her late for work.
She demanded I transfer her 5,000 dollars as compensation for her tardiness.
After listening, I paused and simply replied, "Next time, remember to set your own alarm."
Then came the silence.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes. Finally, Cynthia, growing impatient, shouted into the phone, "Liam, are you even listening? Are you mute? Transfer the money, or I swear I won't forgive you!"
Her voice was loud, drawing the attention of a few colleagues.
I quickly hung up.
How could Cynthia say such things?
She hadn't even explained her situation with Eric but was quick to blame me.
I pressed my fingers to my forehead, trying to calm my emotions.
A colleague nearby chuckled, teasing, "Your girl is like a thorny rose; not everyone can handle her! But, to be fair, she has her charms!"
I laughed it off, but inside, I felt bitter.
My hometown in the northwest was barren, where roses couldn't even grow in the desolate desert.
I understood that loving someone was like nurturing a flower, so I took great care of my girlfriend, this delicate bloom.
She was like a rose—beautiful, spirited, and sharp.
If she were just a girl with a bad temper, I could accept that.
I understood that the prettier the girl, the prouder she was.
From the first day we started dating, I had prepared to pamper her for life.
But what if she wasn't loyal?
What if she betrayed our love? Could I still accept that unconditionally?
I felt restless, barely making it through the workday.
Before heading home, I texted her, but the reply was a glaring message: [Sorry, you are not on the other person's friend list.]
Cynthia had deleted me unilaterally.