Lost Me Gained Regret

"Are you at home?"

His voice echoed as if he was in a vast, empty space, carrying a tone of exhaustion.

I got up and walked to the balcony, stretching my neck as I moved. Ignoring the ache, I casually asked, "Yeah, what about you? Still caught o with works, It was to be expected, after all, Margaret had lost so much blood.

How could he possibly be at ease?

"Almost done here."

Something seemed to lighten his mood, his voice gaining a hint of warmth, "The tickets. are on the hallway table, don't forget to grab them on your way out."

Even though I had anticipated it, hearing him confirm it still stung a bit, "You're not coming?"

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He chuckled, but his words were suddenly cut off by a fragile yet breaking question, "Bry, who are you talking to? Didn't you promise me...

Her words ended abruptly, not because Bryant stopped her, but because the call had been disconnected.

This made it feel like we were having an affair, and I was the other woman.

Staring at the dark screen of my phone, a surge of bitterness overwhelmed me. It felt like an invisible hand was clutching my heart, making it hard to breathe.

I couldn't understand what Bryant was trying to achieve, what situation he wanted to create.

Insisting on moving in with me, showering me with attention, even making our relationship public at work so everyone knew who I was, as if he really cared about me.

And just when I was about to change my mind, he left me hanging, spending the night by Margaret's side.

And now... there was a child involved.

Bryant, what am I to you, really?

As this question surfaced in my mind, my phone lit up with a message.

"If I don't make it before the doors close, go ahead without me."

He had given me his answer. He chose Margaret again.

I stayed on the chat screen, reading that message over and over until my eyes hurt.

Even breathing felt painful.

Bryant had let me experience being abandoned multiple times, each more profound than the last.

Looking at the message, I found myself laughing.

I was laughing at my own foolishness.

I've been hurt time after time, but at his faintest call, I'd still sprint back to him.

But I couldn't blame myself.

As Christine put it, a third of my life was spent on him.

From a cautious secret crush to an anxious love fulfilled, I had tasted the bittersweetness of loving someone.

Eight years, that's longer than some people keep their dogs.

I curled up on the couch, lost in thought for a while, until it was almost time to leave. Then, I got up and applied some subtle makeup.

I chose a light brown satin slip dress from the wardrobe.

After all, it was a concert of a singer I had adored for many years; I wanted to look my best.

Before heading out, I glanced at myself in the mirror and felt quite satisfied.

My hair was casually pinned up, showcasing my slender neck at first Min face wasn't stunning at first glance, but it had a lasting charm, with faint dimples softening the otherwise cool

aura.

I put on a coat of the same color scheme and left the house without rushing.

When I arrived at the stadium, the entrance was bustling, despite the drizzle that didn't seem to dampen the fans' spirits.

sticks.

Compared to them, I was barely a casual fan.

"Hey, you can go in now! Hurry!"

A girl in her twenties noticed me hesitating at the entrance and enthusiastically waved me over.

Snapping back to reality, I took another look around, "1..."

The person I was waiting for hadn't arrived yet.