It Doesn't Matter That He Left Me

When Grayson called me, I already had a fever of 38.5 degrees Celsius.

I thought he was at my doorstep.

"Are you here? I'll come down now..."

Enduring the pain all over my body, I lifted the blanket and prepared to get out of bed, only to hear his denial in the next second.

"Natalia, I'm not there yet."

It had been an hour since I called him. Even if he stopped to buy medicine or make food, it shouldn't take this long.

Dizzy and weak, I frowned and patiently asked when he would arrive.

"Natalia, I might not be able to come today. Mila has acute gastritis, and I'm rushing to the hospital..."

I never thought that after three years, I would hear Mila's name again, nor did I expect that my boyfriend would leave me with a high fever to take care of his ex-girlfriend!

A sense of humiliation enveloped me.

I took a deep breath. The fever made my face flush red, but I still tried to stay clear-headed.

"Grayson, what does her acute gastritis have to do with you?"

"Don't forget you are my boyfriend now!"

Before I got together with Grayson, I knew he had never let go of this so-called first love in his heart.

And the reason they broke up was youthful ignorance, or perhaps an impulse decision.

I once asked Grayson if Mila and I appeared before him at the same time, whom he would choose.

I clearly remember his answer.

"Natalia, she and I are in the past."

He didn't say he would firmly choose me.

With such an ambiguous answer, who was it deceiving? Me or himself?

At that moment, I felt waves of sorrow for myself.

My thoughts were interrupted by Grayson's somewhat impatient voice.

"Natalia, don't make a scene!"

"Your cold is just a minor issue. You'll be fine."

"Stop being so dramatic!"

Actually, before hearing these words, I always thought that if one day Grayson and I broke up, I would be devastated.

After all, I used to love him so much.

However, at this moment, I finally came to realize.

Letting go of someone wasn’t hard.

Just like now.