At some point, a young man named Silas Kent became my neighbor. After he moved in, my house became much livelier.
We watched movies, went out for meals, and traveled together like old friends. Our relationship was close and natural. He even wrote down my preferences in his notepad.
When I was on my period, he would bring me a pot of tea.
There were times when his figure would overlap with Victor’s in my memory.
I knew they were different, though. Silas was kind and gentle, and he never yelled at anyone. He even told me once that he had someone he liked.
Once after a flood, I was forced to move in with Silas temporarily.
Movietime after dinner was when I was most emotionally frail.
“Was my cooking too salty or did I give you too much water to drink? Why are you always crying after dinner lately?” Silas gave me a plate of fruit salad and changed the TV to a comedy.
He never asked me about my past. He only said to look forward to the future.
I knew that he was right, of course. It was just there were times I would come across things that reminded me irrepressibly of the past.
It had been 33 days since Victor last vanished from my life.
Love was a strange thing. Just when I thought I was free from it, it would rear its head in a fit of nostalgia. I was never going back, that was for certain, but it was not that easy to mend a broken heart.
Silas told me several times to start a new relationship. It would help me get my off the past.
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Perhaps that would be good for me, but I did not want to hurt anyone else for my own sake. Starting a rebound relationship to heat my heart would be irresponsible.
One day, Rachel somehow got my number and started texting me.
[Nina, I know I hurt you. I know you hate me. But please, will you spare
