Chapter 31: Memories of a Love Etched Deep in the Heart 2

I still remember that evening when a light drizzle was falling, as if heaven itself pitied our relationship, so it shed tears of emotion……

That night, on our way back to school, we were still holding hands as we returned to school—that must have been our last handhold before breaking up; I could never accept the fact that we were splitting up.

That evening, he gave me a breakup letter; when I held the letter in my hand, my heart was very calm, like the still surface of a lake. Back in the dormitory, I told my dorm sisters that I had become single again, yet the corner of my mouth curled with a cold smile—I could not even believe myself saying those words so calmly, and I felt no urge to cry at all.

But none of my dorm sisters believed my words; they basically treated them as wind in the ears or didn't hear them at all.

Finally I took out the letter and let them all witness it together; only then did they believe me, and then they began to comfort me. Hearing their comfort, I unexpectedly felt heartbroken, and big tears streamed out uncontrollably—I was crying under the covers……

Whenever I think of it, he no longer belongs to me, he is no longer my boyfriend; from now on we could never again go to an internet cafe all night together, never again eat together, and at night we could no longer talk on the phone—my heart felt as dead as silence, and slowly I felt my internal blood congeal, the pain so intense I could not breathe……

I had always thought I could not accept the fact of our breakup; each day I lived like a walking corpse, my soul not attached to my body, drifting aimlessly.

Later, from Huiqing I learned that after breaking up with me he often skipped school, got into fights and was taken to the police station, and finally the school put him under observation; in the end he himself chose to withdraw voluntarily.

When the school's disciplinary notice for him was placed in my hands, I saw his name on the notice, and my heart gave a slight tug; I felt dazed, and it had been a long, long time since I had seen him. I didn't even want to hear anything about him, but when his name suddenly appeared before me, I was still emotionally moved.

He left, taking nothing with him; the whole campus lacked his presence, making me feel uneasy. Living in the city where he was, I grew even more unaccustomed, and in the end I chose to leave, to leave this place.

So I transferred schools, transferring to the school I attend now.