Across the vast ocean, in a foreign land.
I heard news of Garett from my friends back home. I thought I'd be upset, but my heart remained surprisingly calm.
I guess this smooth, delicious wine and the endless sea have already healed me.
I used to think Garett was the best guy in the world. My feelings for him had gilded him with a layer of gold. Now that the charm has worn off, I realize he's just like everyone else.
No different from anyone else.
When I learned he was spending a fortune trying to track me down online, I wasn't worried at all. In this small town where I live now, everyone's so laid-back and carefree, they rarely pay attention to online news.
Garett won't be able to find me.
But I still underestimated the power of money.
In my second month living in this town, Garett showed up.
After just two months apart, he looked utterly haggard, thin and weak, like a withered husk.
I'd never seen him like this before, and it tugged at my heartstrings a little.