Chapter 143

Partly, I blame myself. I assumed things. I should have asked questions just to be sure. I shouldn't have expected too much without knowing even a tiny detail of what we had. I would not be hurting like this. But I thought that he, at least...

Enough with the thinking and assuming. I don't want to continue fooling myself. I have done enough emotional damage to myself as it is. This is enough! Deep doesn't want me, and maybe he never did! But just this one question:. Why did he do all that for me? The sweet chit-chats, the romantic gestures and moments, the flowers that are blooming in front of me right now—all those mind-blowing moments of intimacy—had really no meaning to them. Nothing meant anything to him. All the love and care I thought I saw in him was just in my mind. Was it all just my mere imagination?

And his question that day before he stormed out of my house. He was so determined to know if I liked him. I saw how eagerly he waited when I almost confessed to him.