Love Fades With Bygone Days Chapter 14
After a moment, he asked in a low voice, “Do you hate me?”
“Because of me, you lost your best friend.”
“And because of me, you wasted eight years of your life.”
I let out a soft laugh.
“Tomas, don’t give yourself so much credit.”
“I don’t love you anymore. So I don’t hate you, either.”
He froze. “Are you… are you doing okay now?” he finally asked.
“Pretty good,” I said.
I leaned against the railing along the sidewalk and talked about my life.
“The weather here is nice. It’s not too crowded.”
“I got a job at a travel agency. I take tourists on guided tours.”
“When I save up enough money, I’ll move on to the next place.”
“I leave when I want to leave. I stay when I want to stay.”
As he listened, his chest grew tighter and tighter.
The old me had never talked about the future like this.
Before, whenever I mentioned the future, my sentences were always filled with “we.”
Now, there was only “I.”
We stood outside the cafe for a long time.
The sky slowly darkened, and the streetlights flickered on.
Tomas was still clutching his empty coffee cup, looking lost.
I lifted a hand and pointed to a trash can nearby.
He walked over, threw it away, then came back and stood in front of me again.
“You should go home,” I said.
He shook his head.
“Not yet.”
I didn’t push it. Instead, I led him to a small restaurant I frequented.
The place was cozy, serving local, home-style food.
The owner knew me.
