Just as we both got on the opposite end of the escalator, a girl flung her arms around his neck, a kiss on his cheek and looked in the directions he was staring at. She stared at me with a puzzled expression.

Part 1


I told myself this was dream. The distance between us got closer. I smiled and looked straight ahead, trying to avoid eye contact at all cause. Yet from the corner of my eye, I could see his gaze fixed on me, as though he is begging me to look back at him. I could not bring myself to do that. After we crossed each other, I did not dare to turn around. My heart wanted him to chase after me, embrace me and tell me the past 4 years was just an illusion, but with expectation came disappointment. It was a long walk back to the dormitory.

It was exceptionally cold that night. I could not sleep. Questions were running in my mind. Was he trying to speak to me? Was he, just like me, contemplating to turn back? Who was that girl? Had he moved on? Did he leave me for her? What if I had looked back? What if I had spoke to him? More and more questions started to pop up and I got too frustrated to sleep. For the next 5 hours, I was tossing and turning in my bed, attempting to fall asleep by playing lullabies and counting sheep. Those methods never worked in the first place. I pulled my phone over by the charging cable. Instead of checking my always flooded message inbox, I clicked on a green square, slide my finger across the screen and found myself on the Moments page on my WeChat account.

First post I saw. It was posted 1 hour ago.
“今晚……特别冻……”
Looks I am not the only one feeling the cold.
Scrolled down and saw another post posted 2 hours ago.
“说好还是好朋友……现在却变成陌生人……”
This user seemed to be able to relate to my current mood.
Oh... It was him...

Should I contact him? Should I tell him that I was in town? Have he changed his number?

At this point, I hated myself for being curious, for wanting answers...
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