“Never mind, I will figure it out. You stay at home by yourself!TM
1, however, lifted my head and took the dress.
“Five years ago this afternoon, I would have given it to you, with just one condition the approval of my resignation application.”
Harry was slightly taken aback, his eyes filled with disbelief. “Really? You still remember this matter? Alright, you want to quit, don’t you?”
“You came to me at night! I approved it! I wanted to see what good days you could have after leaving me!”
“You left me, who else would want you, this worn–out shoe!”
His eyes were bloodshot, as if he had lost his sanity, and he yelled at me without any regard.
I remained calm on the surface, but deep inside, I was already lull of wounds.
These eight years, where have I ever had a good day?
Every day, I acted like a nanny, taking care of his meals and drinks, looking after his physical well–being. Even at work, I did the lowest–level odd jobs, and anyone could look down on me.
If Harry had truly cared about me, he would have sympathized with me for these eight years.
1 involuntarily clenched the needle, and it pricked into my fingertips, instantly staining them red with blood.
I cried until my nose turned red and dialed Cristofer’s phone number, saying, “I don’t want to be here anymore…”
The person across from me comforted me with concern, saying they would come back immediately.
I sewed the last stitch attentively, and finally, the stone in my heart was lifted.
After doing this, we no longer owe each other.
I called Harry to ask where I should deliver it, but he only sent a text message saying, “You can keep it, I find it dirty!”
: silently watched the few messages he sent me, most of which were me taking the initiative to be attentive.
He replied to less than ten messages
Eight years of initiative did not bring about an equal exchange.
I didn’t reply, instead he became anxious and sent a few more inquiries: “Didn’t you see the messages I sent?
“I didn’t want that skirt anymore, you can keep it and wear it yourself.”
“I said I didn’t want it! Are you blind
I silently blocked and took a picture of this dress, and sent it to Janet.
