My Fiancée Hates Me

Chapter 86: Gratitude

How dismal...

All of my memories of Garett are from my first life, and not one of them are flowery. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

My memories with Garett from my first life consist of mostly our arguments, him playing pranks on me,

stomping on my feet to near destruction, and screaming insults at me with spit flying into my face.

According to the nurse, she said that this Garett has been by my side the longest, so an investigation

was needed in order to recover my lost memories.

Charlotte and Grace picked me up from the hospital when it came to discharging me.

Both of them were so very helpful. They told me about the classes I had been taking and gave me my

well written notes whenever I needed a refresh on my studies. When it came to swordsmanship

studies, I was surprised by my own strength and got a little too excited and waved the sword all over

the place so much that others thought of me as a human windmill and unintentionally created a new fad

of moving the arms like windmill as new way to stretch.

I thought that I would struggle at having conversations with my classmates the most...

When a girl in front of me dropped her handkerchief, I picked it up and dusted it off before handing it

back to her.

"Lady Arielle picked up my handkerchief for me!" the girl squealed.

"Keep it as an ancestral item!" her friend said.

I could only smile in return.

It was then that I learned that the present me was apparently an idol of worship...

I received special treatment when I became Queen but never anything of this scale. Even the usually

stiff environment in the school suddenly started appearing warmer and more colorful than my memories

of where everyone was mindful of each other and just thought about themselves. I never thought that I

would see other people willing to help others even though they would receive no benefit in return.

It was as if everyone began relaxing...

Did me staying by Garett's side make me and the past change this much?

When I arrived at my dorm room for the very first time since my release from the hospital, I had all the

answers I needed. My room was filled with various soft toys and gifts that I would never buy myself

because I always tried to maintain a Noble image of myself. I could just tell that not one of those gifts

were from Erik himself. As I was surrounded with items from Garett, I felt a hole in my heart slowly

growing bigger.

For whatever reason, I kept looking for him almost as if I was chasing after his ghost. It was then I

realized that I could never probably find him because he was most likely avoiding me.

It soon came to Graduation Day for the graduating seniors. The ceremony was held outside

underneath the blooming cherry blossoms and scattering petals.

The teachers all wore black robes while the graduating class wore bright red robes and hats. It was a

mandatory event, so every graduating student had to attend. I sat with Charlotte and Grace on the cold

stone steps with the other families who were all here to celebrate the graduating class.

It did not even take me more than one minute to find him since he was the one giving out a speech as

class valedictorian with a golden tassel and white sash around his neck.

The scene was different. In my past memories, it was supposed to be Erik standing there and giving a

speech. I always wondered why Erik was class valedictorian even though Garett clearly had higher

intelligence in every way that Erik did not have. Despite the strange situation, the scene felt oddly right

when he stood there and gave a speech with a clear and beautiful voice as if that spot was meant to be

owned by him.

After the speech, everyone including the graduating class was allowed to move about.

I ambushed Garett with a bouquet of flowers when he came down from the stage.

"Pink roses?" Garett said with widened surprised eyes.

I chose pink roses because they expressed 'gratitude' in the language of flowers. I figured that these

would be better than saying 'I'm sorry' all of the time.

"...Congratulations on graduating," I said awkwardly.

"...You have caught me," he said with an awkward smile as he accepted the roses.

He did not seem to be angry or panicked that I caught him as he was leaving the stage, rather he

seemed glum and a little skinnier than before. Even his hair was different. The long hair that trailed

down the back of his neck was cut short and revealed his pale neck.

I felt restless seeing his neck because it reminded me of that day when his neck was not connected...

Garett and I went to a nearby bench to sit in the Academy square that was empty from all of the

students being at Graduation with their friends and family.

"Is it alright to be with me rather than with your family?" I asked.

"I heard that you do not remember me...It seems that you still do not have any memories of me," Garett

said.

"Did I say something wrong?" I asked.

"No, it is not your fault that you do not remember...I don't have any parents or family that care for me,"

Garett said with a solemn gaze.

...I accidentally stepped on a touchy subject.

Wait...Garett is Prince Erik's cousin.

Why would he say that he does not have family that cares for him?

"Garett...I am sorry about that day in the hospital," I apologized.

"I already heard your apology before. If it bothered me, I would have said so," Garett said frigidly.

"...I called you a fake and an imposter," I said.

How can you be fine with what I said?

"Yeah...but that is not a lie," Garett said.

"Pardon?" I said.

"I am a fake and imposter as you have said, so there is no need for an apology. If that is all, then I am

leaving," Garett said as he shuffled his robes and stood up.

I stood up and grabbed his wrist.

"Answer me truthfully then...What am I to you?" I asked.

"We were lovers," Garett said in a small voice.

My heart thumped a little faster. It almost seemed as if that was the answer I was looking for.

"...Lovers?"

"Let me say it again. We were lovers," Garett said with a slightly pricklier tone.

I soon felt an unkind gaze on me.

"Why..."

Why is he glaring at me?

"Not once but many times...you have chosen someone else over me," Garett said coldly.

Someone else?

Erik's face popped into my mind.

"That is..."

"What? Cat got your tongue? You cannot deny that I was always your second priority. What we had

was indeed a relationship, but it was all fake. You suggested that we become fake lovers so that you

could tease your fiancé. By making me your fake lover, you could drive your fiancé mad with jealousy

and make him completely yours," Garett said.

"Why would I do such a thing?" I asked.

"Who knows? The you right now is much better than the selfish girl you were before," Garett said.

"If I was such a selfish person, why did you agree to be my fake lover?" I asked.

"We both had something we wanted. You wanted a fake lover who could drive your fiancé mad with

jealousy, and I agreed because I hopelessly liked a selfish girl like you," Garett said.

"What merit is there to follow the whims of a selfish girl who does not love you?" I asked.

"...I could be near you. You, who had a fiancé, let me be near you because I could serve a purpose for

you. It took me so long for me to realize that I was foolish. I hoped that you would turn towards me, but

you never once did," Garett said coldly.

"...Was our relationship really that superficial?" I asked.

"I can show you proof right now," Garett said.

"What proof?" I asked.

"...You have never once told me those three simple words," Garett said.

He did not seem like he was lying, nor did my body seem to believe that it was a lie either.

I never once told this person that I loved him.

Even if I could say the words right now, it would not feel right since I do not have any memories of the

current Garett.

"I like you...I love you...I want to be with you..."

Such happy words sound so sad when they are coming out from his mouth.

"Why do you sound so sad?" I asked.

"...These are now all words that I have come to hate because of you. All of what I have once felt for you

before has equally turned into hate...Now, I can barely stand to look at you," Garett said cruelly.

My heart felt like paper that was slowly being ripped into several pieces every time he sent me daggers

with his words.

"Stop..."

I do not want to hear the rest...

"Let's make it simple and clean for the both of us before we make things more difficult and...breakup,"

Garett said.

Those were oddly the words that I wanted to hear the least.

As I stood there trying to collect my thoughts, I realized that...I had been dumped.