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Ethan’s expression flickered with disbelief. After a long pause, he finally muttered, “At least you know your place.”
I turned away, burying my face in the blanket, letting my tears soak into the pillow.
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The wedding was set for three days later.
During those three days, I busied myself packing and saying goodbye to friends.
Ethan, on the other hand, spent all his time accompanying Natalie as she tried on wedding dresses.
One by one, my belongings were removed from the house, leaving the space I once
called home emptier by the hour.
Finally, I came across the photo album filled with pictures of Ethan and me. Without hesitation, I tossed it into the fireplace.
The flames crackled, their light reflected in my eyes.
Our memories burned away, turning to ash.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
I hadn’t even noticed Ethan come back. He lunged toward the fire, reaching into the scorching flames in a futile attempt to save the remnants of the album.
But the fire spread too fast. He couldn’t save anything.
I watched him coldly. “There’s no point in keeping it.”
“What do you mean, no point?!” Ethan’s eyes reddened as he shouted, his voice raw and
desperate.
“These are our memories!”
I let out a bitter laugh. “You must be mistaken. There was never anything between us.”
His face fell as he suddenly remembered his supposed “amnesia.” His voice softened, losing all its fury.
He reached for my hand, his tone gentle. “I shouldn’t have hit you. Don’t be mad at me, okay?”
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“It’s fine. Pictures can be retaken,” he added, his voice coaxing. “Even if you’re getting
married, you can always stay by my side as my little sister.”
He placed a bridesmaid dress on the table.
“Natalie asked me to bring this to you. Make sure you look your best tomorrow.”
I picked up the bag and nodded.
“I will.”
The next morning, wedding photos of Ethan and Natalie were displayed on every screen
across the city.
The dress Natalie wore? It was one I had designed years ago–for myself.
I left the bridesmaid dress on the bed, untouched, and wheeled my suitcase to the
airport.
I didn’t leave a single word behind.
As I boarded the plane, I removed my SIM card and tossed it into the trash before turning
off my phone for good.
As the plane took off, I let out a long breath.
Six ridiculous years of my life were finally, completely over.
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