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I wandered around the campus in a daze. After going there for a month, I didn't talk to any of my classmates. Occasionally, I could still see them pointing at me.
They didn't even bother to hide it from me and just discussed me openly.
"Hey, look at her. Her hair covers her face, and she walks without making a sound. She's just like a ghost. I wonder if she's an ugly person."
After saying that, everyone burst into laughter.
I crossed my arms and hugged myself. Under the gaze of everyone, I lowered my head and fled in a hurry.
At the corner, I suddenly bumped into someone. When the familiar smell reached my nostrils, I thought I was dreaming.
It wasn't until the familiar voice sounded above my head that I was lifted up in my arms.
"Amanda, I finally found you. I miss you so much, so much."
We hadn't seen each other for a month. In the hazy light of the setting sun, Christopher's facial features looked as unreal as a bubble, as if they could break with just a touch.
He lowered his eyes slightly.
His eyes were pitch-black and bright, but his face was haggard, and even the beard on his lips had grown a bit.
The person in front of me lowered his head and gently kissed me with a sense of fear and restraint.
It wasn't until my lips and tongue hurt and the numbness in my body spread to the coccyx that I realized it wasn't a dream and that all of this was real.
I hugged him and burst into tears.
We had been together for four years and had never been separated for so long.
The relationship after the accident had to be separated before we could properly maintain it.
Fortunately, Christopher didn't give up on me, and he came to find me.
That night, as if to prove something, we became one physically and mentally and gave each other our most passionate and profound first time.
That night, we hugged each other and didn't want to sleep. We held each other's faces and kissed endlessly.
If we separated for a while, we would carefully trace each other's faces, wanting to engrave them in our hearts.
But when the sun rose, we only had time to exchange phone numbers before we had to rush back to our respective lives in a hurry.
The memories stopped, and I lay back on the bed.
The quilt tucked around my limbs made me look like a cicada pupa, and more like being wrapped in a warm embrace.
Until the sky turned white, the door lock rang.
I closed my eyes and listened to Christopher's deliberately softened footsteps coming step by step to the bedside and standing there for a long time.
He stood there until I could hardly hold on and almost couldn't help opening my wet eyes.
Until he let out a sigh, got into the bed, got under the quilt with me, and hugged me tightly in his arms. Then, he kissed my forehead,"Amanda, I love you."
My tears slowly fell. Only when I heard the breathing beside my ear gradually become even did I open my eyes and look at the person next to my face.
Christopher Johnson, are you deliberately reminding yourself to love me, or are you like me, who has never changed from beginning to end and still loves me?
I kept my eyes open all night without sleeping. Christopher was woken up by the phone.
He reached for the phone without even opening his eyes. Subconsciously, he said to the phone,"Dora Thompson, calling so early. Do you want to die?Don't you know what time it was last night when you were making a fuss?"
Presumably, he heard that the voice on the other side was wrong. He suddenly opened his eyes, then came to his senses and looked around for me.
The moment he saw me, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
My heart tightened. I lowered my eyes and pretended not to notice his actions.
I put on a piece of clothing and got up.
I fled in a hurry to the bathroom. Then, I leaned against the washstand and let my tears fall.
I couldn't tell how much my heart hurt, but I knew very well what Christopher's reaction just now and the panic when he ran out last night meant. That was the signal that his heart was being affected.
Christopher Johnson and I have no future.
During the year when I thought about breaking up, I knew how popular and sought-after a person like him was.
But I didn't expect that he would hide it from me and choose to make up with me without hesitation.
After washing up, I applied an ice pack to my eyes and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Christopher had been observing my movements.
He carefully lingered by the dining table, wanting to come and talk to me but not daring to step forward.
His hesitant steps showed how torn he was. He was such a meticulous person that of course he knew something was wrong with me.
But he probably didn't know how to explain it himself.
