The Love Missing From Summer Chapter 12

The Love Missing From Summer Chapter 12

He had gone to jail overnight because he hit someone for me.

I could not completely ignore him.

Silas stared at me, his throat bobbing with effort.

“Tessa Calder, you still care about me?”

I looked straight at him, saying each word clearly.

“I stopped caring a long time ago.”

He lowered his eyes in panic. The rims of his eyes turned red instantly.

Since the moment he had reappeared, I had felt nothing.

“Tessa Calder, I really know I was wrong. I haven’t dared to bother you…”

Silas’s voice choked.

“But I keep thinking about you. I truly love you.”

“You saw what kind of men are on those apps. Can’t you give me one more chance?”

“I promise I’ll do better…”

His childishness almost made me laugh.

“Silas Whitcomb, I would never choose old trash just because the new trash is bad.”

“There is no difference between the two to me.”

My words were too sharp.

Silas’s face went abruptly pale.

Tears slid silently down his cheeks.

His mouth opened, but no sound came out. He looked miserable and ridiculous.

I stepped back, distant and composed.

“If you insist on doing pointless things, I can’t stop you.”

“But let me make this very clear. I don’t care. No matter what you do, I will not turn back.”

“That’s all. Goodbye.”

I did not look at him again. I turned and left without turning back.

Just as decisively as he had once walked away holding Briar Sutton’s hand.

Silas did not chase me.

That was the last time I saw him.

Fate is strange.

The world is so big, yet somehow I met Silas Whitcomb and loved him for four years.

And when fate is gone,

even in a place as small as my parents’ town,

we truly never crossed paths again.

The next time I heard anything about Silas,

it was from a mutual friend.

He stayed here for half a year, then quit his job and went back to his own city.

Because he had changed jobs too often, he kept running into trouble finding work.

In the end, he started driving for Uber and Lyft.

His income dropped sharply, and the financial pressure was heavy.

Silas drove day and night.

Because he was depressed, he also developed a drinking habit.

Later, he was charged with DUI.

He was fined two thousand dollars and had his license suspended.

His license was gone for six months.

I heard that to make ends meet, he took a part-time job as a convenience store clerk.

I only smiled and let it go.

There was no meaning in staying trapped in the past.

Right or wrong,

I had already turned the page.

From then on, the road ahead was wide and far.

I would only keep moving forward.

I would not look back.

(The End)