Lizetta tried to stifle it but still, the sound of her sobbing leaked through her fingers.
Remington turned his head and saw her eyes, brimming with tears, and he paused.
Then, he quickly turned around, wapping her in his arms, “Why the sudden tears?”
Lizetta bit her lip, unable to speak.
Seeing her like this, Remington suddenly remembered how, as a little girl, she would react in the same
way.
henever he got a bruise or a scrape and didn’tin, she would be the first to cry
He chuckled a bit pulling away Lizetta’s hands from her mouth and kissed her damp checks, coaxing
her
“Feeling sorry for me? Liz, are you being a little silly? It’s all healed up and not hurting anymore. There,
there, no need for tears.”
Lizetta,forted by his gentleness, felt her tears about to break through the dam
She clenched her fists, trying to hold back, and looked up at him, “You’re right, it’s not worth crying over
It wasn’t even her pain, so why the tears?
She thought, “Lizetta, aren’t you being ridiculous?”
Remington felt something was off with her, but before he could probe further, his phone rang.
He nced at the phone on the table, his expression changing slightly before he let go of Lizetta and
picked up the call,
“Alright, I got it. I’m on my way now.”
After hanging up, Remington tumed to Lizetta with a helpless expression, “I gotta head out. Stop
crying, you’re acting like a child.”
Saying so, he patted Lizetta’s head and left before she could respond.
Lizetta’s tears were still not dry, and she didn’t feelforted, only sensing his impatience and
perfunctory attitude.
She raised her hand, gently wiping her face clean.
Downstairs, the sound of a car driving away could be heard, and Lizetta sat there, dazed, until her
phone too rang
It was Ynda calling. Lizetta picked up.
“Choosing love over friendship, huh? Have you forgotten about our dinner ns with Jenny because
you’re too caught up with Remington?”
Ynda’s lively voice came through, and Lizetta opened her mouth, “Yoli, I think I might give up on
him.”
Silence fell on the other end of the line.
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After a moment, Ynda’s voice grew louder, furious, “I knew it, that jerk Remington can’t change his
ways! Did he get tangled up with that witch Evelina again?”
“It might be more serious this time.” Lizetta said with a bitter smile, and then she actuallyughed.
But thatugh was worse than crying, filled with absurdity.
Yoli,
you know? Remington might have had a childhood sweetheart he’s liked for two or three decades, and
now she’s back.”
“Wait, two or three decades? He liked her since he was in the womb?” Ynda was confused.
Lizetta briefly shared with Ynda what Evelina had told her
It felt like a boulder was pressing on her chest, making it hard to breathe.
“Liz, Evelina’s mouth is like a sewer, never saying anything nice. She’s the queen of exaggeration.
ording to her, Ste disappeared when she was just twelve. What does a twelve–year-old kid know
about love? If Remington has been pining for Ste all these years, you would’ve noticed something,
night? You haven’t noticed anything in all these years, maybe you’re overthinking.”
Ynda tried to console Lizetta, not that she was taking Remington’s side, but even through the phone,
Ynda could feel Lizetta’s crumbling emotions.
She felt sorry for her.
But after she finished, she didn’t hear Lizetta speak, and a chill went down Ynda’s spine.
“Don’t tell me I hit the nail on the head, and you actually remembered something?”
Lizetta’s breathing became erratic, indeed, she remembered something
It was when she was ten, back when she and Remington hadn’t started sleeping in separate rooms.
09:20
Lizetta tried to stifle it, but still, the sound of her sobbing leaked through her fingers. Remington tumed
his head and saw her eyes, brimming with tears, and he paused. Then, he quickly turmed around,
wapping her in his arms, “Why the sudden tears?”
Lizetta bit her lip, unable to speak.
Seeing her like this, Remington suddenly remembered how as a little girl, she would react in the same
way.
Whenever he got a bruise or a scrape and didn’tin, she would be the first to cry.
He chuckled a bit, pulling away Lizetta’s hands from her mouth and kissed her damp cheeks, coaxing
her.
“Feeling sorry for me? Liz, are you being a little silly? It’s all healed up and not hurting anymore. There,
there, no need for tears.”
Lizetta,forted by his gentleness, felt her tears about to break through the dam.
She clenched her fists, trying to hold back, and looked up at him, “You’re right, it’s not worth crying
over!”
it wasn’t even her pain, so why the tears?
She thought, “Lizetta, arent you being ridiculous?”
Remington felt something was off with het but before he could probe further, his phone rang.
He nced at the phone on the table, his expression changing slightly before he let go of Lizetta and
picked up the call.
“Alright, I got it. I’m on my way now”
After hanging up, Remington turned to Lizetta with a helpless expression, “I gotta head out. Stop
crying, you’re acting like a child.”
Saying so, he patted Lizetta’s head and left before she could respond.
Lizetta’s tears were still not dry, and she didn’t feelforted, only sensing his impatience and
perfunctory attitude.
She raised her hand, gently wiping her face clean.
Downstairs, the sound of a car driving away could be heard, and Lizetta sat there, dazed, until her
phone too rang.
It was Ynda calling. Lizetta picked up.
in with
“Choosing love over friendship, huh? Have you forgotten about our dinner ns with Jenny because
you’re too caught up Remington?”
Ynda’s lively
lively voice
came through, and Lizetta opened her mouth, “Yoli, I think I might give up on him.”
Silence fell on the other end of the line.
After a moment, Ynda’s voice grew louder, furious, “I knew it, that jerk Remington can’t change his
ways! Did he get tangled up with that witch Evelina again?”
“It might be more serious this time” Lizetta said with a bitter smile, and then she actuallyughed.
But thatugh was worse than crying, filled with absurdity.
“Yoli, you know? Remington might have had a childhood sweetheart he’s liked for two or three
decades, and now she’s back.”
“Wait, two or three decades? He liked her since he was in the womb?” Ynda was confused
Lizetta briefly shared with Ynda what Evelina had told her
It felt like a boulder was pressing on her chest, making it hard to breathe
“Liz, Evelina’s mouth is like a sewer, never saying anything nice. She’s the queen of exaggeration.
ording to her, Ste disappeared when she was just twelve. What does a twelve–year–old kid know
about love? If Remington has been pining for Ste all these years, you would’ve noticed something,
right? You haven’t noticed anything in all these years, maybe you’re overthinking.”
Ynda tried to console Lizetta, not that she was taking Remington’s side, but even through the phone,
Ynda could feel Lizetta’s crumbling emotions.
She felt sorry for her.
But after she finished, she didn’t hear, Lizetta speak, and a chill went down Ynda’s spine.
“Don’t tell me I hit the nail on the head, and you actually remembered something?”
Lizetta’s breathing became erratic; indeed, she remembered something.
It was when she was ten, back when she and Remington hadn’t started sleeping in separate rooms.
09:29
Once, she couldn’t find something and was searching everywhere, eventually finding a small wooden
box in the top of Remington’s
wardrobe.
Curious, she opened it, but before she could see what was inside, Remington got furious and snatched
it away.
By that time, he was already very fond of her.
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His room was also considered her mom, and he allowed her to rummage through it at will.
But that time, he was genuinely angry, scaring her, and she never touched that box again.
A memory she had forgotten suddenly became clear.
Lizetta had a premonition that the box might also be rted to Ste.
“Yoli, don’t hang up, stay with me.”
Shecked a bit of courge.
“Sure, don’t be scared, I’m right here.”
Lizetta opened the wardrobe, and the box was indeed still there
She ced the phone aside, took out the box, and opened it. What caught her eye first were shiny
crystal hair clips, the kind little girls would love, along with yellowedic books, a small doll, a snow
globe.
Clearly, they were all Ste’s belongings, preserved by Remington here.
He didn’t let others touch these, but neither the box nor its contents had any dust.
He must have been personally cleaning and opening it regrly.
Lastly, Lizetta picked up an album, flipping it open to see a picture of two toddlers sitting together,
wearing birthday hats and making wishes over a cake–an old photo that came into view.