That year, he started a business with a few classmates. He didn't want me involved in their startup, so I could hardly find him.
Unfortunately, I was dealing with family issues at the time. It was already too late when I found out what was happening with him.
I found Dylan late one night at a bar.
He looked so miserable.
He was on his knees, trying to sell more drinks, serving those bloated, wealthy men.
I couldn't believe that someone as proud as him would lower himself like that.
My heart ached so much I could barely breathe.
I rushed over and grabbed his hand, trying to pull him out of there.
When Dylan saw me, his eyes were filled with shame he couldn't hide.
"Evelyn, what are you doing here?
"Are you here to laugh at me?
"Well, congratulations. You've seen it. I'm done. My dad is sick and needs a lot of money. My startup has failed, and now all I can do is sell my dignity to survive.
"I have nothing left. Are you happy now? Evelyn, just leave. I need to make money."
His words shattered my heart. I hugged his stiff body and said, "You're not alone. You still have me. Dylan, come with me. We don't have to do this. If it's money you need, I'll give it to you. I'll give you everything."
My words made Dylan's body finally relax.
He seemed so exhausted. Slowly, he leaned against me.
I paid for his father's expensive medical bills, arranged for the best hospital room and doctors.
After Dylan donated his kidney, I took care of him in every possible way.
Those days were hard.
In my memory, they were also some of the most beautiful.
During that time, Dylan stopped being so harsh with me.
After losing a kidney, Dylan was incredibly weak.
I spared no expense, sending him all kinds of tonics and herbal medicine. With my care, he finally recovered in time for graduation.
After the graduation ceremony, I received a bouquet of daisies.
They were from Dylan.
I hadn't realized he even knew I liked daisies.
As the breeze blew, the scar on his forehead became faintly visible.
He looked at me with bright eyes and softly said, "Evelyn, will you be my girlfriend?"
I reached out and touched the scar. "I do, Dylan. I'm willing to be your girlfriend."
That day, we officially started dating.
Unfortunately, my family didn't approve of me being with him.
My parents knew that Dylan had helped me before, so they didn't stop me from helping his father with his illness.
But they didn't want us together.