Night had fallen, and the bright moonlight seemed unnaturally pale. Just then, his phone rang. It was Celia Goodwin. A wave of disgust washed over him, and he instantly declined the call.
If only Celia had stayed out of his life after she moved abroad, he thought. If she had never come back, he and Winona would still be happy together.
A sharp pain seized him. At that exact moment, he saw Elvis and Winona emerge from the front gate.
They were holding hands, talking and laughing as they set out for a walk. Elvis gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind Winona's ear, his eyes filled with tenderness. He said something that made her laugh, a genuine, happy sound.
Tyson could see the pure joy on her face.
Was she really this happy with Elvis? It wasn't like that when they were together…
A memory surfaced unbidden. Back in college, he had promised to meet Winona for a walk along the tree-lined campus path. But just as he was about to leave, Celia had called, telling him she was right outside his dorm building.
He had rushed downstairs, pulled her into a secluded corner, and demanded, “What are you doing here?”
“Ty, I missed you,” Celia had cooed, wrapping her arms around his waist.
He quickly pushed her away, glancing around nervously. “Don't do this here. We're on my campus. Someone might see.”
“There's no one around. Besides, you're just afraid Winona will see, aren't you?” she'd pouted. “Do you really like her?”

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