fall in love with the past me

The first time Eric snapped at Alethea in a good-natured way was when she shredded Eric's half-completed design last month. He didn't yell at her like everyone else did. He just stood for a long time on top of the design that had become a pile of scrap paper and watched her in silence with his pale lips tightly closed, as if a storm was brewing. But finally he just called her softly by her name in the quiet early morning: "Alethea, this is my first warning to you. You are no longer in your teens and should learn what it means to be mature." At that time, Alethea did not realize the seriousness of the matter. This man was six years older than she was, and for as long as she could remember, he was the one who took her, carried her to and from school, and tutored her in the lessons she couldn't keep up with. He has been the irreplaceable person in her life since the beginning of her love life, and the one she takes for granted. Alethea is Eric's, Eric is Alethea's. She never doubted it. She never doubted it. When she was a rebel, she followed the punks outside the school to learn how to smoke. He found out after beating, the group never appeared again, and to her is only a gentle admonition. She learned to dress up in high school with a group of followers behind her, and he was so nervous that he came to school every day to pick her up from school. The first year he was abroad, she was crying on the phone because she missed him, and he showed up on the third day. This blind love for Eric , Alethea never doubted that their feelings would change. *** Eric's second warning to Alethea. Alethea made a far less serious mistake than the first. Eric came back from a dinner party smelling of perfume that didn't belong to Alethea. She just went through his pocket phone and just scolded him in her temper. She thought that that "just" in the past, or before this day, Eric would slowly and thoughtfully coax her. But this time Eric abruptly interrupted her "performance" and looked at her with a cold expression: "Alethea, this is the second time, you have one more chance." Alethea. When Eric called her Alethea for the third time without any emotion,Alethea realized that Eric was serious. This time, Alethea came to his workplace in tears after not seeing Eric for a week straight in the apartment where they belonged. She didn't make a scene, she felt she had just chosen the tears that Eric always would be heartbroken by, to get him to comfort her and let him go home. Eric is invited out of the conference room by the embarrassed secretary to meet the cloaked, unchanged, willful, brutal, spoiled Alethea. The last vestiges of heat he had left cooled in his dark eyes. He frowned at her, the temperature of his voice cold to the core: "I'll be back tonight, you go home first." Alethea thought she had succeeded. But the first thing Eric said when he showed up at the apartment was, "Alethea, this is the last time we're done." Alethea looked up at him incredulously, trying to see the signs of a joke on his face. But all she could do was watch as he gathered his already pathetic clothes and belongings from the apartment. Before he left, he turned around and said, "From now on, be good to yourself." It happened so fast that the table of food Alethea had prepared hadn't even gotten cold. Eric did not even glance at it. She didn't even know when he had packed his belongings. The house was originally full of Eric's belongings. She then called Eric in a frenzy. It was hung up. She called again. It was off. Alethea felt herself surrounded by a terrible coldness and gradually began to shiver. She realizes - Eric doesn't want Alethea. *** It was only a short month from Eric's first warning to his third. Next, Alethea found herself denied access to Eric's company. Whether it was a phone call, a text message or an email, all of them were silent. No apologies, no blaming, no pouting, nothing worked. For three months, Eric disappeared from Alethea's world. Alethea's panic, to degradation, to reflection, all happened in the days without Eric. One day, three months later, Alethea woke up from an aimless sleep, patted her dull and thin cheeks with water, and sent a message to a number she hadn't had the courage to contact for a long time. ［Good morning] There was no reply without surprise. Then she dialed another number: "Brian, it's Alethea, can you come out and talk?" *** Alethea gave herself a simple make-up job and hailed a cab to the appointed place. The traffic in the city is congested day after day, endlessly testing the patience of every driver and passenger. Alethea was inexplicably distracted, and her index finger tapped her bag on her lap without thinking. "Master, how much longer?" The driver looked at the long line of cars in front of him: "I don't know! This traffic jam is every day, cab business simply can not continue. Occasionally, blocking a day is okay, or the government to give a date when it can end the daily congestion. Such congestion is better than so no expectation to wait." Alethea was stunned. "Master, still very far away?" "Just around the corner in front." Alethea looked at the number on the meter, took out a double and handed it to the driver. Before the driver looked back, he hurriedly got out of the car. The last time she walked down a street filled with cars and exhaust fumes seemed like a lifetime ago, and Alethea looked at herself through the reflection of the street window, something unfamiliar. There was no anger, no more arrogance, no more domineering aura. Brian's first impression when he saw Alethea was the same. He is the same age as Eric, grew up watching Alethea grow up with a bad temperament, but has been spoiled with a little concern. Eric and she knew the matter between him, worried to ask: "okay?" Alethea nodded. Brian ordered orange juice for Alethea and said with understanding, "I know what you're going to ask." Alethea, who was about to drink the water, sniffed and put down the glass in her hand, looking at him cautiously. "Eric is the kind of person you and I both know. Since he proposed to break up, it is certainly not a momentary impulse." Alethea nodded her head. "You did go a bit too far in the past ......." Alethea kept squeezing the cup in her hand. Brian continued, "Although Eric never complained about anything in front of us, but from words and actions have long seen him, for this relationship of yours re-examined." Alethea didn't say a word and nodded again. "I'm sure he's given you many chances. But Eric is human and gets tired too. To put it bluntly, you haven't done much since you were a kid, and anyone else would have given up long ago." Hearing this, Alethea looked up and smiled at Brian apologetically. Alethea has a lot of friends in common with Eric, but Brian is the only one who is willing to talk to Alethea and genuinely wants to guide her through the breakup. Most people were watching to see what kind of jokes the young lady would make without Eric's protection. For the first month, Alethea did not let them down, drinking and getting drunk, acting crazy and making a lot of noise. A new joke every day became the laughing stock of the group after dinner. At that time, even Brian thought Alethea deserved it, he hadn't learned his lesson by this time, and he was still acting out of character. They were still betting on how long this Alethea could go on, but she suddenly went quiet and disappeared from everyone's sight. Eric's response was a shake of the head, and he said, pinching his brow, "No." Brian for the first time to see the never spirited Eric show such a tired look. He knew that Alethea had finally pushed Eric to the point where he was too tired to love. Brian was so lost in his own thoughts that he heard Alethea ask herself, "Do I have no chance?" Not wanting to discourage her any further, Brian reassures, "Maybe if you change, you can make him fall in love with you again." Maybe. Fall in love again. The orange juice Brian ordered for her arrived late, and Alethea held the drink for a long time, gulping it down, and then asked, "I don't really have much hope, do I?" Brian had never seen Alethea like this before, not in a condescending, not in a proud way. He couldn't give an answer. Alethea's shoulders slumped a little with Brian's silence. She still said, "Thank you." Brian was prepared for her to cry and scream, and for her to question her sternly, but not for Alethea to be like this. "Alethea, you too will have a new life." Alethea gulped down her orange juice and took several sips from her glass of water, finally saying something a little weak all afternoon: "I haven't thought about what it would be like to live without Eric." Brian really didn't know what he should say. *** After dropping Alethea off, Brian didn't rush to move, but dialed Eric's phone, which was answered quickly. "The talk is over." Eric didn't answer. "She's not good." Brian was straightforward. "Hmm." "You're heartbroken, huh?" Brian laughed: "She asked me if she didn't stand a chance." Eric is silent again. Brian shook his head: "I don't know where you get the cruelty, but it's still love! Why must we separate. Every time you come across Alethea's business, you become a different person." "Is she okay?" "I didn't say no!" Brian was a bit puzzled. "You describe it carefully." "Alethea was a doe-face, right? Today, her face looks a little skeletal, not as good as before. The whole person is so thin that there is no spirit, and the makeup is not attentive, tsk!" Brian sighed: "But the biggest change is the eyes, the dead air. Eh, Eric you know this why, looking for abuse ah?" Eric exhaled a cigarette on the other end: "No. I thought I'd be upset. I thought I would be heartbroken, but after hearing you out, I found it was okay." Brian froze and stared blankly at the spot where Alethea had just sat. Faking indifference is really different from actually walking out. Eric was really taking one step away from their feelings their past. It seems that Alethea's bell, no one will come to untie. At the end he said: "I also said you are cruel, in fact, you are the greatest kindness to Alethea. It's good not to give a thought if you don't love anymore, at least let her come out sooner." Brian finished the call and stood up, turned to get his jacket from the back of the chair when he saw Alethea wood at three paces away, not knowing how long he had been standing. "Alethea ......" "Oh." She looked back, "I forgot why I came back, too." Brian looked at him in silence. He felt some pain in his chest actually too, Eric said it didn't hurt, he just hadn't seen it with his own eyes. "Do you want me to take you back?" Alethea shook her head, "I'll stroll." *** In the evening Brian went to the bar to drink with his buddies, arrived a little late, heard Sister Chen smoking a cigarette in the crowd laughing loudly: "Eh, I saw Alethea this afternoon, so long not out, thought I could not think of it! The crowd laughed, Brian grimaced and sat in the far corner. "Eric will come too!" Sister Chen did not ignore this second golden bachelor: "I heard that his mother knew that he had fallen out with Alethea and immediately arranged a blind date for him with great enthusiasm. I told him to bring it out tonight, in case it's another Alethea, go home early!" Brian could not sit down anymore, stood up and walked towards the door. When he left the door, he bumped into Eric and saw him with a little white rabbit-like girl, carefully hiding behind him. He smiled as a greeting and walked outside. Outside at least not as stuffy as inside, the loud music was isolated behind the door, Brian lowered his head and lit himself a cigarette, spitting smoke rings when he saw a somewhat familiar figure not far away squatting on the ground vomiting, looked carefully twice, it was actually Alethea. He did not know if Alethea also saw Eric, but I think probably not, otherwise with Alethea's nature, must have gone after him and cried a lot. He ordered the waiter at the door to get ice water, and walked over to Alethea to pat her back, calling out to her, "Alethea? Alethea looked up. Brian suddenly let go of his grip on Alethea's arm. All thoughts were lost. He only saw these four words in Alethea's eyes.