Rumor had it that Jeff and Larissa's fight was about me.
I just smiled, indifferent.
I wasn't that hopeless romantic anymore, the one who used to refresh social media dozens of times a day, stalking them and everyone who knew them, hoping to catch the tiniest crack in their relationship.
If I succeeded, I would then rush to Jeff the second I thought he might need me, ready to remind him that I was the one who truly loved him.
Couples who are really in love argue in bed and make up before breakfast.
So what if the fight was about me? I had always just been another player in their little game anyway.
Still, after that, Jeff started calling me more and more.
But I either hung up immediately or found some excuse not to see him.
Then, the day before I was leaving the country, he asked me to go to the concert with him.
"I already got the tickets. I'll see you tonight. It's our anniversary today. You're not gonna stand me up, are you?"
He had never sounded so pleading before.
Before, he would casually bring up something or take one step toward me, and I would run toward him the rest of the way, trying to please him. But in the end, I realized he had even stopped getting close, all because of Larissa.
I didn't even know what to say because today wasn't really our anniversary.
It was the day of our fourth remarriage. After so many cycles of breaking up and getting back together, only I would be stupid enough to keep track of every single detail about him.
Still, I said yes. I really did want to see the concert.
That night, I waited at the venue, but Jeff never showed up.



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