In a lifetime, some missed opportunities might indeed last forever…
Being moved is a capability, not something everyone possesses.
It’s also a kind of fate, an irresistible love, an uncontrollable affection.
Falling in love is a descent into free will; hence, why do we say ‘falling’ in love rather than ‘jumping’ into love?
Agnes had thought about this question seriously.
Thus, she valued this affection deeply… because it was her free will’s descent.
It was almost time to change the clock.
She picked up the imagined scene of her sister’s wedding day and admired it alone once more, feeling content and blissful, touched by the moment.
A wedding is a testament to love, a ceremony, and a matter of importance.
Once again, she logged into her social media account and opened her email, unsurprisingly still without a reply from him.
But she wasn’t disheartened, for she had grown accustomed to this over the years, despite hoping for a miracle each time she logged in.
Tonight, she missed him a bit more but worried even more-was he still alive?
If he was alive, why had he vanished without a trace?
If he had died… Agnes dared not continue that thought; her heart ached suddenly, and she felt very sad.
After calming her emotions, she briefly shared her recent updates with him in just a few simple sentences-
Little cat, my brother-in-law recently gave me a munchkin cat named Bubu too. I really like it, just as I like you.
Just that line. She checked it three times for typos before pressing the delete key to remove the last sentence.
Little cat, my brother-in-law recently gave me a munchkin cat named Bubu too. I really like it.
Then she clicked send.
Though she knew he wouldn’t see it, she still didn’t dare confess her feelings.
When we love someone, we are always cautious.
Although it was another email lost to the void, unlikely to receive any response, she sent it anyway.
Over the years, she had grown accustomed to sharing her daily life with him this way…
Never mentioning missing him, yet missing him all the time.
Whenever she sent him an email, regardless of the content, it was an expression of utmost longing.
The night deepened gradually.
As the moon set and the sun rose, the first rays of light broke through the horizon, heralding a beautiful new day.
The Marsh Group’s buildings stood like giants in the busiest part of Arkpool City, enveloped in dawn’s glow like generals donning gleaming armor standing tall and straight.
This place held countless young people’s dreams and was the goal for numerous students striving for success.
Because of Ansel’s jealous words yesterday, Andrew was in high spirits.
So yesterday after work he bought the freshest fruits and got up early today to make canned goods for Agnes himself.
As soon as his car stopped steadily, Andrew happily carried the bag of canned goods out of his car.
Just as he was about to walk towards the entrance, he saw Elisa standing quietly nearby. When their eyes met, Elisa was smiling at him as if waiting for him.
Andrew walked towards her with a gentle expression. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” Elisa responded with a serene smile. “Starting today I’m back at the company too. Mr. Marsh has allowed it; we’ll be colleagues again.”
“Should I congratulate you or…” Andrew pondered for a moment thinking her job at the drama troupe seemed easier.
Elisa smiled softly. “I truly enjoy being in law; being a lawyer has been my dream since childhood.”
“Then congratulations,” Andrew genuinely expressed.
“Thank you.” Her gaze fell on the pinkish bag in his hand-a style that girls would like.
Was it given to him by someone else? Or was he planning to give it to someone?
Inside were four cans of homemade preserves that Andrew intended to give to Agnes; thus he resisted any impulse to offer one to Elisa right then.
“Shall we go inside?” he suggested as he began walking forward. “How have things been at the drama troupe recently?”