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From seventeen to twenty-seven, I was head over heels for Everett for a decade, and everyone knew it.
Three years ago, we finally made it official, but Everett still did whatever he wanted, completely disregarding my feelings.
Even on my birthday, he could fly thousands of miles away just because his childhood sweetheart said she "wanted to see snow," leaving me all alone here.
I had finally accumulated enough disappointment with him, and after breaking up, I fled overseas.
I thought that would be the end between us, but Everett, who would normally frown even when I tied his tie for him,
Stood out in the snowy night for hours, his eyes red-rimmed as he asked me:
"Delia, do you really not want me anymore?"

After Ten Years As a Lovestruck Fool, I Choose to Leave

While I lived in England, news from back home still reached my ears from time to time.


They said after I left, Everett completely lost his mind, searching for me everywhere but finding no trace.


In the waiting room, only the necklace he gave me remained, lying lonely in its box.


Scarlett's tone was full of vengeful satisfaction:


"Those blind fools who always said you were chasing after him are looking pretty stupid now. Who would've thought that in the end, the one who couldn't accept the breakup would be that bastard Everett!"


I typed away at my computer, and after a long while, I finally said:


Scarlett went on and on: "He's totally fallen apart now. The other day, Isadora accidentally broke the mug you gave him, and Everett just lost it. He yelled at Isadora until she cried."


This news surprised me quite a bit. Everett treated Isadora almost like his own little sister, so for him to make her cry over something so small was pretty unusual.


Chapter 8