Chapter 11
Chapter 11
I’ll admit, I’m not a particularly noble person.
Back then, even though I knew Mack Washington’s confession was just a ploy to make Pearl Forbs jealous, I still said yes.
That faint resemblance was enough to make my heart waver.
During the two years we were together, I occasionally felt hurt by Mack’s indifference. But I quickly convinced myself not to be too greedy and instead felt grateful-
The person who repeatedly left me behind wasn’t Brain Warrick.
as lost in this false illusion, unwilling to wake up.
I wanted to see Brain so badly.
One rainy night, Pearl went to a bar to drink away her sorrows after a breakup. I was stuck in the library due to the storm.
My calls to Mack went unanswered, but I saw Pearl’s social media post:
“Plenty of men like me; I don’t need you.”
The photo was a selfie of her leaning against Mack’s chest.
I stared at that picture for a long, long time.
Suddenly, Mack didn’t look like Brain at all anymore.
I wanted to end this toxic relationship, one that felt like drinking poison to quench my thirst.
I didn’t even want to have anything to do with him anymore.
So when I woke up in the hospital after the accident, I actively chose to forget.
Unexpectedly, Mack claimed he had forgotten as well.
Perhaps Pearl’s post had given him hope.
Mack was almost eager to break up, and I didn’t cry or make a fuss. From that moment on, we became strangers.
In a relationship where neither of us had given our hearts fully, there was no talk of who hurt whom.
But now, Mack said he had regained his memories.
He said that his feelings for Pearl were just a misunderstanding caused by amnesia.
He said the one he truly loved was me.
Our encounters started becoming more frequent.
The same café in the afternoon.
The same noodle shop on the food street.
The same track at night during exercise.
Too many coincidences are rarely coincidences. They often mean someone has planned them.
I felt exhausted by it all.
Whert he walked into the café again and sat across from me, I asked him directly what he wanted.
He said he wanted to help me regain my memories.
Chapter 11
He wanted me to remember how much I had once loved him.
He began recounting our two years together:
Whenever we were together, my eyes were always on him.
When he was injured or sick, I was always the most worried.
Even when I was angry or upset, I’d still smile at him when we met.
He recalled how, once, he was nearly hit by a runaway car while crossing the street, and I had hugged him and cried for a long time.
He mentioned how I would always be the one to back down after a disagreement, finding a way to make peace.
looked at me with hopeful eyes.
“Crystal, see? You used to love me so much.”
“You’ve only forgotten. The only reason you like him is that he looks like me.”
“Can we start over?”
Having run out of patience, I shut my notebook and stood up, looking down at him.
“There’s something you don’t know.”
“He was my deskmate for three years in high school.”
“Mack.”
“I knew him long before I ever met you.”
I didn’t know if Mack’s face turned pale because he thought of something or because he was piecing things together.
The truth was, few people in this city knew about my history with Brain Warrick. After we got together, I never felt the need to share it.
That simple, warm, and vibrant part of my life was a memory that belonged solely to me and him.
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