Chapter 515 Forget Her
Later that day, I refused Ryan's help. One reason was that it was about to rain, and another was that having a suit-clad elite man pick up trash would really affect his image.
At the time, I thought it was just a chance encounter and that I wouldn't have any further interactions with him.
However, not long after, on a rainy day, I was walking home from school with an umbrella.
A speeding car splashed me with dirty water. I was wearing a new tracksuit that my brother had bought for me after much pleading. It was my first time wearing it, and it got dirty. I was so angry that I chased after the car to demand an explanation.
But how could two legs outrun a car? Exhausted, I threw away my umbrella, bent over with my hands on my knees, and cursed that damn car under my breath.
It was at this moment that Ryan appeared again.
He held an umbrella over my head, looking down at me with a teasing glint in his eyes.
Ryan's face was very recognizable, and I remembered him immediately, blushing with embarrassment.
Every time I was in an awkward situation, he saw it. How could I not be embarrassed?
"Meeting again, do you want to borrow my handkerchief?" he asked with a faint smile.
Many years later, when I passed by my high school, I suddenly thought of him. His eyes were clearly gentle, and his smile was so nice. Why, during the five years we were dating, was he too lazy to say a kind word to me?
If it was because he didn't love me, then why did he initiate the conversation with me? If he didn't love me, why did he speak to me? If he loved me, why was he so cold to me?
I couldn't find an answer no matter how much I thought about it. In the end, I concluded that we were destined to be just passing figures in each other's lives.
With that thought, everything became completely clear.
Because of a simple sentence, Ryan's handsome features suddenly broke into my heart.
Of course, no matter how embarrassed I was, I wouldn't use a stranger's handkerchief. I just picked up my umbrella and went home alone under his silent escort.
I knew that day he silently followed me all the way.
Later, when we were together, I once asked him why he walked me home when he was in a good mood.
He said I was drenched and looked pitiful, but my eyes were exceptionally stubborn, like an abandoned puppy desperately trying to find its way home, which made him feel a sudden surge of compassion.
In those five years, it was that moment of compassion that made me lose myself.
Now, when I think about it, perhaps that moment was the only time in those five years that he was truly gentle and sincere with me.
After that, we rarely saw each other.
But God has a funny way of working. Every time I was about to forget Ryan, he would suddenly appear, as if by some deliberate arrangement, which was quite mysterious.
The following year, I got into a local university in Sunhaven. It wasn't too far from home, but I still lived on campus.
This meant that my chances of seeing Ryan were greatly reduced.
I kept my feelings for him hidden in my heart.
I thought that in this lifetime, I would never have a deeper connection with him.
Because he had told me before that he was just gaining experience at the company here and would eventually return to Regalia.
For some reason, he rented a place near my school. It wasn't big, just a two-bedroom apartment, but it was enough for him alone.
At that time, we weren't together yet, so I naturally hadn't been to his place.
One night, while I was jogging in the park across from the school, I unexpectedly ran into a drunk Ryan.
He held onto me and wouldn't let go, repeatedly asking me not to leave.
I had no choice but to take him home.
I wiped his hands and face, took off his dirty coat, and covered him with a blanket. I sat on the floor by his bed, listening to him call out for Grace all night.
I couldn't help but cry, for his hopeless love and for my hopeless crush.
I traced his facial features with my fingertips, whispering my feelings over and over.
Finally, I said, "I am the person who loves you the most in this world. Why can't you see me and only think about that Grace who abandoned you?"
He slept soundly, his brows furrowed, as if in great pain.
The next morning, Ryan woke up first. When I was startled awake, he was lying on his side, watching me.
"You're awake. I'll go now," I said, flustered by his gaze. I tried to get up, but my legs, numb from sitting all night, felt like they were being pricked by thousands of needles. I couldn't stand and fell onto the bed.
I ended up falling onto his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Do you really like me that much?"
His unique scent overwhelmed me, making me lose my ability to think.
I was too embarrassed to lift my head, but then I thought, I've liked him for so long, and now he knows. At least my feelings weren't in vain. It's not something to be ashamed of; I can admit it.
So, I shyly responded.
He held me in his arms, his voice muffled.
After a long silence, just as my legs were starting to feel better and I was wondering if I should get up, he tightened his arms around me and said, "Then let's date."
I broke free from his embrace in surprise, only to see him looking at me seriously, with an emotion in his eyes that I couldn't understand.
I knew he had a girl he really liked named Grace. For some reason, Grace's family moved away, and he never saw her again. But time and space can separate two bodies, but they can't separate two hearts in love.
He loved her so much. Could he and I have a happy ending? I wasn't sure.
He keenly sensed my emotions, seeming to see right through me. Holding me, he said gently, "Amelia, you know I have someone I like in my heart. I don't know when I'll be able to completely forget her, or if I'll ever be able to. But I still want you to stay by my side. I want to try to like you. So, Amelia, give us a chance. Be my girlfriend and help me forget her."
I don't know why, but I foolishly agreed.
When my brother found out, he scolded me harshly. He said I was being foolish for being with Ryan when I knew he liked Grace. He said I would regret it in the future and that I shouldn't cry then.
I said I liked Ryan, and Ryan had feelings for me too. I was sure I could move him.
My brother called me an idiot. He said I was just a tool for Ryan to fill the void in his heart during his emotional pain. Ryan didn't really love me, and I would regret being with him.
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