Boyfriend says I’m too much—Someone else’s turn Chapter 18

Boyfriend says I’m too much—Someone else’s turn Chapter 18

He used to say things like this to me all the time.

“Roselyn, do you really need me to stay with you?”

“Roselyn, you can’t even handle something this simple?”

“Roselyn, is this really worth crying over?”

Now, when I was finally able to say those same kinds of words fluently myself, I couldn’t even tell if it was something I

learned from him.

He listened, then froze again–just like he had been doing a lot these days.

I could never understand what was going on in his mind.

I turned to leave, and he called after me.

“Can I have your contact information?”

I didn’t answer.

I just closed the hospital door behind me.

I suddenly remembered when I first added him on WhatsApp.

I had sent over a dozen friend requests back then.

He probably never imagined that one day, he would be the one trying to add back the girl he rejected over and over

again.

But that no longer had anything to do with me.

I flew back to the UK alone.

It was a small plane, and the journey was a bit turbulent. I rested my chin on my hand and stared out at the clouds

outside the window.

It felt like the past month had been nothing but a chaotic, war–torn dream.

Of course seeing Asher again stirred something in

He had been the person I loved with all my sincerity when I was younger.

It felt like tearing open a scab that had finally begun to heal.

Mocked for her looks, she divorces and transforms into a beauty. Returns to…

Anger, loneliness, sadness–all of it rose like dark clouds gathering in the sky.

But unlike before, I didn’t cry so easily anymore.

I just endured it, and then slowly digested it.

I kept telling myself: he was in Germany, I was in the UK–over a thousand kilometers apart. We probably wouldn’t ever meet agai

fetime.

I returned to my place in the UK, my neighbor moved in.

Owen.

oincidence,” he said lightly. “Your university invited me to give a lecture”

expect my rental would be this close to you.”

held out a bouquet of roses.

Fresh flowers.

I took them, and immediately tossed ther

Deside me.

I walked past him, got in my car, a

For the next few days, it st

When I left for wo

When I cam

Five

it didn’t matter.

standing in a long coat.

rs. Sometimes food.
fed it all to the trash can.

both stubbornly competing in some absurd game.

I really couldn’t take it anymore.

ied someone would report me for ‘extreme wastefulness” if I kept this up.

Owen, are you done yet?*

d at my doorway, on