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When Zack Reed declared his feelings for the attractive new student, everyone expected me to have an emotional outburst and create a commotion. However, I was nowhere to be seen, even after his confession was complete.
Unbeknownst to Zack, I was actually in his roommate's room, wearing his hoodie and asking with exasperation:
"I've soaked your bed. Where will you sleep tonight?"
Simon Yates looked away, his throat moving visibly as he passed me a towel.
"Dry your hair first. I'll replace the bedding before you rest."
Zack was planning to reveal his feelings to that pretty transfer student.
He had instructed everyone to keep it from me. But he was unaware that some gossipy individuals couldn't resist and had already informed me.
It was common knowledge that I had feelings for Zack and imagined a future with him.
This time, it seemed Zack was completely smitten with that girl.
People anticipated that I would become hysterical, weep, and create a spectacle.
Everyone enjoys witnessing such romantic drama unfold.
They were all anticipating my meltdown and rush to disrupt the situation.
However, to their disappointment, even after Zack's successful confession, I hadn't appeared.
The crowd of spectators, three rows deep, began to lose enthusiasm.
Even Zack's expression lacked much happiness.
He embraced his new girlfriend and checked his phone.
There were no incoming calls or texts.

My Ex's Confession Backfired, I'm in His Roommate's Bed

In my slumber, I caused a commotion and wept due to Zack's revelation to Olivia.


My very existence was nearly snuffed out.


Zack briefly visited the medical facility for a mere five minutes before departing with determination.


The White household, who had taken me in, believed my suicide attempt brought shame upon them.


Considering Zack's behavior, they concluded I no longer served a purpose for them.


They compelled me to leave school and returned me to my biological parents, who were entangled in various immoral activities.


Eventually, my circumstances deteriorated, and I perished pitifully in a foreign land.


Following my demise, the individual who gathered my incomplete remains turned out to be someone I had always been wary of and kept at arm's length.


Meanwhile, Zack, newly married and jubilant, never made an appearance.


Recently, the occurrences from my nighttime visions began to materialize one after another.


If not for these dreams, I would have been desperately reaching out to Zack at this moment.


I would have then menaced to end my life and plunged into the river.


I'm deeply thankful for this dream. It gave me a sense of rebirth.


I can gradually alter my predetermined tragic destiny.


On the third attempt to dial that number, I finally received a response.


I grasped the phone firmly and delicately pressed it against my ear.


The name Simon Yates hovered on my lips several times before I ultimately pronounced it deliberately.


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