Seven Years of Us, One Year of Me Chapter 12

Seven Years of Us, One Year of Me Chapter 12

On New Year’s Eve of the sixth year, he didn’t send that word again.

He sat alone in his living room while the New Year’s Eve show played on TV.

The hosts counted down.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Outside the window, fireworks burst open.

He picked up his phone and opened our chat.

He scrolled up.

He found the last message I had sent.

Got the happy. Don’t send it again.

That had been three years ago.

He exited the chat and opened my social media account.

The last update remained in the third year.

The lisianthus had bloomed across the windowsill.

He tapped the photo and zoomed in.

Pale purple, white, and pink.

Beyond the balcony was the ocean.

The curtains were light gray, and one corner had been lifted by the wind.

He looked at it for a long time.

Then he turned off his phone.

The New Year’s Eve show continued on TV.

The host said, Happy New Year.

He didn’t say it.

He just sat there.

The seventh year.

His own seventh year.

Without me.

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