Ten years love turns to ash

1.

My roommate is a girl I've had a crush on for ten years.

That morning, I was as happy as ever, making her breakfast of love.

The next moment, I saw a handsome young man walking out of her room wearing nothing but a pink towel.

He grinned and said "Hi."

Willem's lush chest hair and characteristic thick body odor made my stomach churn.

When I saw this, I knew.

I've had a crush on a girl for ten years, and today I had sex with a stranger in a house I paid to rent.

Sophia comes out of the master bedroom in her baggy pajamas.

Her hair was a little disheveled, and there were very visible hickeys on her neck.

"James, I'm sorry. It rained yesterday and William had too much to drink. He couldn't go anywhere." Sophia apologized to me.

I could only nod, "I understand."

Sophia starts to say, "Do you have any clean clothes? Willem's clothes are not dry yet."

Before I left, this guy William gave me a wink of thanks.

"James, I want to get married."

When I suddenly heard Sophia's words, my heart broke down.

Sophia appeared to notice my difference and joked, "You don't like me, do you? You don't look at all glad for me."

I chuckled. "What are you talking about? I'm not your regular friend?"

Sophia pats her chest in relief. "I was scared to death. I thought you really liked me."

I hide the loss in my eyes and say congratulations.

After packing up the dishes and chopsticks, I immediately turned and walked into the kitchen, pretending to be busy.

You have a crush on a girl for more than ten years, and you want to have a flash marriage with someone you have known for less than a month?

I mean, this William guy just got here.

Apparently, I introduced her to William a month ago!

Clearly Sophia can sense that I've had a crush on her for more than 10 years.

And she, as she told me not so long ago, doesn't want to be in love, just wants to have a career.

2.

Sophia was my front table freshman year of high school. She was a sweet girl with long black hair and always had a long ponytail.

I like the way she smiles when she looks back. She has a nice, nice dimple.

The smile was like an arrow of Cupid, striking with instant precision at my adolescent and restless heart.

But at that time I, timid and shy, only dared to hide the kind of hazy love in the bottom of my heart.

I prefer literature because Sophia likes it.

Because of this, we will have more in common, and she will have more chances to come back to talk to me.

When I was dividing classes, I heard Sophia was taking Literature

I was already indecisive, and I made up my mind.

Oh, my God. Sophia and I are in the same class.

As a bonus, we're now deskmates.

I like her. In my nap, secretly drawing a small turtle to her, she found, and smiling nifty.

I like her. When I listen to the teacher, through the warm afternoon sun, I can clearly see her hair on the temples.

I like her, honestly doing the problem, the edge of biting the pen edge frown double eyebrow, grumbling difficult.

I love her, a lot...

When Sophia says, "James, my stomach hurts."

I would rush out in the -10 degree wind, get in front of the hot water, and make her tea at the right temperature.

Even when someone sends her a love letter, I am most happy to write her back.

Then...

Naturally, I became Sophia's best friend.

Of course, even if they don't become lovers.

But I still couldn't be happier with our relationship.

So that year in the eyes of others nightmare, but almost all of my youth memories.

At least that's what I think.

However, unexpectedly, the departure of June has become a decade of lost contact.

Until last month.

She has come to Boston!

When I saw the girl I had been secretly in love with for ten years, my heart, which I thought would never throb again, suddenly came back to life!

I knew Sophia had no place to live in Boston, so I gave her my master bedroom without hesitation.

In this way, we experienced a short and sweet "living together" life.

Cook together, walk together, sing together, fish together, watch movies together...

Every day, even the security guard at the gate of the community, is very sure that we are a real couple.

In fact, during this period I also secretly hinted and tempted.

But Sophia says, "I'm just trying to build my career in Boston. I don't want to think about anything else."

I realized again that I was just a friend of hers.

Until about a month ago, WHEN I took her to a party in my circle.

I'm a scriptwriter, and my daily contacts include producers, directors, and some artists.

William is one of the new artists signed to the company. He's French.

I don't have to say he's cute.

Sophia takes the initiative when it comes to introductions.

But when it comes to our relationship, Sophia just says, "I'm James' roommate."

At that moment, I suddenly felt as if something was choking my chest.

I let Sophia and William chat happily over the wine table.

That night back with Sophia, I didn't say a word.

Sophia seems to have more than enough to talk about.

He talked about William's farm, the romance of the Eiffel Tower, the elegance of the Louvre.

That night, I couldn't sleep.

Ten years of thinking about it shattered my poor, ridiculous pride.

I know if I don't say it, I'll probably regret it for the rest of my life.

Even though I know I may fail, I don't want to face my cowardly self again.

The next day, when I wanted to express my feelings, I was suddenly called to a script meeting.

The capital requires that the following time is closed creation, and the final version must be completed within 20 days.

When the project was over, I couldn't wait to go to the airport, eager to return to Boston to confess my love.

Before I boarded the plane, I checked Sophia's circle of friends.

It was the perfect selfie, captioned: 'Never felt so touched!'

3.

My heart suddenly shiver, did not expect not long ago said that she wanted to pursue a career not to fall in love with the girl, unexpectedly in the moment before I flew back to Boston, so fell under the love offensive of others.

Caressing the photo in her moments, her smile is so sweet and happy.

I don't think I've ever seen one before.

It was raining cats and dogs in Boston when I got off the plane.

On the way home at midnight, I reminded Sophia not to go out on rainy days.

Unsurprisingly, there was no reply.

When I get home, I notice with relief that Sophia's favorite Hello Kitty key chain is on the shoe counter.

I didn't bother her because her door was locked and she was in such a mess that I thought I could explore the truth tomorrow.

I was up all night, jumping out of bed as soon as I heard something coming from the living room, wanting to see Sophia for the first time.

Instead, I find William wearing the pink towel I picked out for Sophia.

It's too late after all...

My ten years of confessions were strangled in the cradle of fantasy by a pink bath towel.

Damn it!

At that moment, I felt more regret and loss than I had ever felt before.

But I pretended to be calm and finished my breakfast with Sophia. I washed the dishes in silence and swallowed the blood from my lips.

The next moment, I suddenly seemed relieved.

Who am I to blame for hating Sophia?

She's just free to fall in love. That's her right.

All these all unrequited love, seems to be just my love.

I'm just a guy best friend, an old classmate, a roommate, not even a backup.

Before leaving, Sophia clutched her stomach and said, "James, MY stomach hurts."

"I'll bring you brown sugar water when I get home from work this evening."

Sophia was stunned when she heard the reply.

Then say, "James, thank you for taking care of me all the time."

It's the first time I've heard Sophia say my full name in years.

I realized that my relationship with her male best friend seemed to be in jeopardy.

Perhaps, she is about to leave again, disappear again, without hesitation to go to her that exciting love.

4.

When I came to the company meeting, I did not know whether it was because of long-distance running or insomnia after being caught in the rain.

I couldn't hear a word of the whole meeting.

Even if I took the cold medicine I had at hand, it didn't make me feel any better.

All day long, I looked blank, like a zombie.

At noon, I found a quiet corner to refresh myself with a cigarette.

Unfortunately, William was in the office today and was sitting in a cool chair nearby, answering voice messages.

He's talking to none other than Sophia.

I could even hear the voice clip because it was not far away.

At the end, Sophia throws a French sentence at William.

"Je t'aime" (French: I love you)

It's the confession I've always wanted to hear, and now it's given to a man I've known for less than a month.

I learned "I love you" in 100 different languages in preparation for a decade of romantic confessions.

I wanted to say "I love you" to Sophia every sentence in a different language for the rest of my life.

For a second, I even thought.

If I could say "I love you" to Sophia in simple English before my business trip, would I have the spoiled sweetness I've never enjoyed before?

Or ten years ago, in the high school parting season, under the hot June sun, I ran to her dormitory building full of cicadas and shouted out those three words.

Will the ending be a little different?

After his flirtation with Sophia, William turned and saw me, looking pleasantly surprised.

"Let's have dinner tonight."

I shook my head, trying to politely decline.

Willem looked puzzled. "Don't you come home from work at night?"

I later learned that It was William who wanted Sophia's own cooking.

At my house, Sophia wanted to show her boyfriend her culinary prowess.

I didn't even know Sophia could cook, having known her for so long and shared a house with her for so long.

"James, thank you!"

William solemnly stepped forward and gave me a hug.

It goes without saying, thank me, the matchmaker, for finding him such a good girlfriend.

...

When she gets home in the evening, Sophia is busy in the kitchen after buying a lot of rich ingredients.

Sophia declines with a smile. She says she wants to prepare a nice dinner for William herself.

Just then, William rushes in to praise Sophia's excellent cooking.

Feeling some redundant I can only quickly escape from the kitchen has been a little narrow and cramped.

On the way out, OUT of the corner of my eye, I catch William grabbing Sophia's waist from behind and kissing her.

Back in the living room, I opened the wine Willem had brought, took a swig, and frowned a little.

This wine looks fancy, but it's really cheesy and hard to taste.

A few moments later, William, who could not possibly be of much help, emerged from the kitchen to engage in desultory chit-chat.

I clenched the goblet in my hand in anger.

Because William was bragging to me that Sophia was surprisingly good in bed.

'Enough! In a low voice, I motioned Willem to stop.

This William, however, seems to have misunderstood me.

Still smug, he quietly gestured with a dirty gesture, "The three of us can go together, if you like."

I could not help swearing and smashed my goblet on the table at the moment I understood William's gesture.

'What's the matter? Sophia, wearing an apron, hears the noise and rushes out of the kitchen to investigate.

And then she saw me raise the wine bottle, about to hit William over the head.

"James, what are you doing?" Sophia lunged forward and thrust me out of the way.

The wine bottle slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

With a bang, the bottle broke, and the dark red liquid, like blood in my heart, spilled and trampled on.

'I didn't think you were the sort! Sophia is angry. Her eyes are full of blame and incomprehension.

"I thought you would wish me well, at least."

A simple sentence instantly destroyed all my expectations and fantasies.

Turns out, Sophia knows how I feel about her.

She knew all along.

I am the only one who is stupid, like a treasure, has been treasured this ten years of unrequited love.

"I'm sorry."

I smiled at myself, picked up my coat, and walked out the door without looking back.

Until I walked out of the corridor, I pulled out the piece of broken glass stuck in my palm and threw it away.

I was so depressed that I wanted to run and yell and let it out.

Did not think just a start, put a petite figure to fly out.

"Adora?" I hurried forward and recognized the visitor.

The little girl is our company's responsibility, because of work, usually contact a lot.

But Adora always forgets things, so she hasn't been promoted in three years.

"Are you all right? Adora struggled to her feet and looked at me nervously.

Stupid girl. I wasn't the one who got hit.

"I'm sorry, James, have you recovered from your cold?" Adora blushed and asked in a low voice.

I was stunned, "how do you know I caught a cold?"

Adora scratched the back of her head and replied somewhat sheepishly, "I think I saw one of the cold pills on your desk."

"Did you sneak in the cold medicine?" Something just hit me.

As Adora nodded shamefully, a warm stream ran through my broken heart.

5.

"Hurt your foot?" Then I noticed that Adora was secretly gritting her teeth and wobbling.

Adora waved her hand again and again. "Hee hee, nothing, just a little twist."

No sooner had the silly girl managed to take a few steps than she let out a cry of pain and almost fell down.

"There's no need to be brave in front of a man, is there?" I said.

Adora's flustered, halting response: "I... I just didn't want to put you out."

Seeing Adora immobile and in pain, I picked her up around the waist.

I explained, "Don't be nervous. I'm just taking you to the hospital. After all, I'm the one who hit you.

"Er... All right." Adora smiles and nods.

On my way out of the neighborhood, I looked back and saw Sophia standing at the floor-to-ceiling window on the fifth floor.

She seemed to see it, and though she could not see it clearly, it seemed that her face was a little ugly.

...

When I got to the hospital, I registered Adora and took an X-ray. It turned out to be a bone fracture.

When Adora told her the results, she looked guilty.

"It's all my fault. I'm too weak to trouble you." Adora apologizes again.

I said, "Please don't say that again, or I will die on my own conscience."

Adora laughed at the way I clasped my hands begging for mercy.

Then, feeling a little rude, I tried to suppress it so hard that my face turned red and it was difficult to breathe.

I see her smile is too cute, can not help the corners of the mouth.

Then we both looked at each other and laughed at each other.

I find this Adora sometimes really silly some lovely, careless to make people distressed.

Obviously his leg bone is broken, after discovering my palm is injured, incredibly want to get out of bed at the first time to find a doctor to help me bandage.

Almost fractured his own bone on the spot.

As I repaired my wound and returned to the room, Adora found two lollipops in her bag and gave me one.

"Here, for you."

Adora explained, "When I was a kid, I was afraid of needles. Every time I got an injection, my mother would buy me candy and say it would stop hurting me."

I shook my head. "I'm not a child."

But Adora looked serious and said, "Try it, it's very sweet! When you're hurt or feeling down, just eating candy makes you feel better."

At Adora's urging, I awkwardly peeled the wrapper.

Adora's cheeks puffed up like a squirrel's and she mumbled, "How you feel now?"

"Not bad." I nodded.

Sophia texted me while I was on my way to get Adora a late-night snack.

She asked me where I was and why I hadn't come back.

Too lazy to reply, I smoked a cigarette in front of the shop, heaved a sigh of relief and went back to the hospital again.

Sophia called my voice mail on the way, but I didn't pick up.

She then sent me a series of voicemails apologizing for being so angry with me.

For the first time in my life, Sophia said "I'm sorry" and told me to be safe outside alone.

If Sophia cared so much before, I'd be glad.

But today, I don't know why, I just feel bored, then directly choose to shut down.

Since the fracture was not serious, doctors put Adora in a cast and advised her to go home to rest.

As for me, the culprit, it is only natural that I should take care of her during her illness.

Because of the cast, I carried Adora to her house.

On the way, I assured her that she didn't need to worry about her job. I would tell the company for her and ask for sick leave.

"How to listen to your tone, seems you are happy?"

I was curious as Adora hummed behind me.

Adora grinned. "It's a blessing in disguise to get paid and taken care of without having to go to work to see the boss."

"You can." I was at a loss to refute her optimistic explanation.

Adora was quiet for a while, then suddenly she said, "James, do you have a crush on anyone?"

When I heard the question, I pictured the first time I met Sophia.

I hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Yeah..."

Adora was silent again. To break the silence, I asked, "What about you?"

Adora tightened her arms around my neck and sighed, "it's a pity that the person I like doesn't know I like him."

"This guy is stupid enough."

Adora shook her legs, waved her arms and was filled with indignation. "Yes, yes, I don't know for three years. He is a big fool, a super invincible fool!"

Hearing this, I felt something vaguely and was stunned for a moment.