Sebastian always misunderstood me. If this had been thirteen years ago, I would’ve fought back with tears in my eyes, trying to defend myself. 

But now, with our goodbye so close, and knowing we would never cross paths again, whether he misunderstood me or not no longer mattered. 

Just then, Sebastian spoke up. “I promised to watch the meteor shower with you, but I didn’t keep my word. I remember you once said you wanted to go to Morvia. In a few days, I’ll take you there. We can travel together.” 

I was caught off guard by the fact that he even remembered that. For a moment, I was stunned, but then I quickly shook my head. 

“There’s no need.” 

For once, Sebastian didn’t mock me or act sarcastic. Instead, he pulled out his phone and immediately booked plane tickets for five days later. 

“I get it, you’re mad at me. But I’ve already booked the tickets. Once you’re feeling better, we’ll go on our honeymoon,” he said. 

“There’s no need, Sebastian,” I said again. 

He looked at me, confused, and I said softly, “You don’t need to force yourself, and you don’t have to feel guilty about anything. This was my debt to you.” 

The words were meant for Sebastian, but also me. 

Sebastian frowned, clearly unhappy. “What are you even talking about?” he snapped. 

I didn’t answer. The room fell into silence. 

Sebastian turned away and went to pour me a cup of hot water.