When the call connected, there was silence on the other end.
I frowned slightly. “Hello? Is there something you need?”
The silence stretched on, and just as I was starting to get impatient, a familiar voice finally came through the phone.
“Susan.”
I immediately realized who it was–Ryan.
After muttering a quick “I’m sorry,” Ryan hung up the phone without another word.
The next day, after finishing work, I returned to my small apartment and was startled to see a disheveled figure standing at the door.
It had been a long time since I last saw him. Ryan’s hair was messy, his face was weary, and he no longer had that confident, lively aura he used to carry with him.
When he saw me, his eyes lit up. “Susan, I finally found you.”
But all I could manage was a cold, distant tone. “How did you find me here?”
The light in Ryan’s eyes immediately flickered out.
“I’m sorry, Susan,” he said urgently, his voice tinged with a subtle hint of emotion. “I was wrong before. But after losing you, I realized I can’t live without you.”
“Really?” I scoffed, looking him over with disgust. “Because all I feel when I see you now is disgust.”
At my words, Ryan’s shoulders seemed to sag.
He took a step closer, but when he saw the guarded and uneasy look on my face, his eyes turned slightly red. “What can I do to make you forgive me?”
But I simply replied indifferently, “Break your hands the way you did to mine.”
Ryan gave a bitter smile. “Is that the only way you’ll forgive me?”
I furrowed my brow but didn’t answer.
In the end, Ryan left.
