He Only Lets Me Call Saturdays at Nine I Call Someone Else Chapter 09

He Only Lets Me Call Saturdays at Nine I Call Someone Else Chapter 09

“The reason I wanted to keep our relationship private was that I wanted you to be able to become strong

enough that no one could ever look down on you for being with me.”

I cut him off. “Adrian, back when you couldn’t even afford a birthday cake, did I ever look down on you?”

“So why did you start looking down on me after your startup succeeded?”

“You know how much you’ve changed over the years. You know it better than anyone. You just chose not to

see it.”

“You used to crouch down and feed a stray cat whenever you saw one. Later, when you saw me sitting on the

ground outside your company, looking completely broken, you couldn’t even spare me a second glance.”

His lips moved, but no words came out.

“Why did everything you promised me in the beginning change?”

He said nothing. A muffled sob was the only answer.

“Leave. I won’t forgive you, and I don’t want to see you again.”

With that, I walked past him. The sobs behind me grew louder.

If this had happened before, my heart would’ve ached for him. But this time, I didn’t look back.

Later, I brought Ethan home to meet my parents.

My mom made a huge dinner, and my dad opened a bottle of bourbon he’d been saving for years.

He kept nodding and saying, “This young man looks like a good one. He seems reliable.”

The warmth at the dinner table never faded.

After just two drinks, Ethan’s ears turned red. He sat there listening to my mom tell stories about me as a

child.

When she mentioned how I’d fallen out of a tree at five and still insisted I wasn’t hurt, Ethan turned to look at

me, his eyes crinkling with laughter.

Our relationship became like a glass of warm water-natural, easy, and effortless.

Later, we went traveling together

We headed north by train, stopping wherever we felt like it.

Ethan took me to try all kinds of new things. We went fishing and tried our hands at carving.

He loved taking pictures of me. Every place we passed became another memory he wanted to keep.

I learned how to find little sparks of happiness in all the beautiful things life had to offer.

One night, we stayed at a small inn at the foot of a mountain.

An old maple tree stood in the courtyard, its leaves rustling whenever the wind passed through.

I sat beneath the covered porch and looked up at the stars, while Ethan sat beside me, peeling an apple.

When he handed it to me, I suddenly looked at his profile. My gaze lingered on him, and I realized how lucky I

was.

Because when I looked into his eyes, I could see my spring waiting for me.

That early spring, I left Adrian’s north-facing apartment.

And now, sitting beneath the stars in a courtyard filled with maple trees, I held a sweet apple in my hand and

felt the warmth of the person beside me.

I finally understood that real sunlight was simply being somewhere the sun could reach you.

It was being with someone who would show up every afternoon at four to feed a stray cat and patiently wait

for the flowers to bloom.

I would witness my own happiness until it transformed my entire life.

And I finally understood that I was the most precious thing in my own world.