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She swept her gaze around and immediately caught my eyes.Then she walked straight towards me.
She nodded at me and asked,"Hello.Is it you who's looking for Christopher Johnson?"
I said yes.
The girl had already sized me up from head to toe.She smiled at me and said,"Mr.Johnson isn't here.You can call him."I took out my phone and said okay.
Just as I was about to make the call,I heard a familiar voice.
"Dora,what are you wearing on your feet?"
The girl looked down,and at the same time,I took a quick look.She was wearing a pair of slippers on her feet.
The familiar sound of footsteps approached from a distance,and then there was a hint of reproach in the voice,"What's so urgent?Why did you run out wearing slippers?Don't you know it's cold?"
My heart sank heavily,and my heart was filled with a dense pain like being pricked by needles.
Oh,so she was Dora Thompson.
It wasn't until Dora said in an emotionless tone,"Mr.Johnson,your girlfriend is here to see you."that Christopher finally saw me sitting on the sofa.
When his eyes met mine,his eyes were full of panic and self-blame.What was he panicking about?And what was he blaming himself for?
He took a few steps forward,his Adam's apple rolled,and he gently asked me,"Amanda,when did you come?Why didn't you call?Are you cold?Have you been waiting for a long time?"
Dora looked at him coldly,her eyes filled with tears.She was very restrained and didn't lose her composure in front of me.She turned around and left in a daze.
I saw Christopher's feet move,but he finally didn't turn back.
I stood up and suddenly felt extremely tired.I said,"Christopher Johnson,I want to go home."
He took a few steps forward and hugged me,tightly protecting me by his side,"Let's go home."
I really wanted to ask him if he had fallen in love with someone else.During the year we were separated,had he been with someone else?Did he want to break up?Did he still love me?
But the words that came to my lips were all bitter.
I was afraid that he would say he had fallen in love with someone else,afraid that he would say let's break up,and even more afraid that we would be like two parallel lines that would never intersect again.
In the third year of our long-distance relationship in Toronto,we quarreled more and more often.I was confused and panicked about the future that I couldn't see.
I tossed and turned at night and couldn't fall asleep.I wanted a real hug from him,not an illusory"hug"on the video call.I wanted a warm kiss,not a kiss sent across the air.I wanted him to stand in front of me and say he loved me,and then I would firmly respond to him.
But he was busy with exams,internships,and the family business.The time difference and distance were pushing us further and further apart.
I broke down and cried out loudly,"Christopher Johnson,I miss you so much.Do you not love me anymore?Do you not want me anymore?"
I waited day after day,and finally,his three-day visit came.He soothed me over and over again without getting tired,"Amanda,it will be over soon.We'll be able to be together soon."
But I tried to find the familiar sense of security from him and tested his bottom line over and over again.Finally,I said,"Let's break up.I can't take it anymore."
He was in China,and he choked softly over the phone,"Amanda,I'm so tired.I can't hold on anymore either."He didn't agree to the breakup,but he also didn't try to keep me.
Just like that,we lost contact for a whole year.
