5

It was not until the evening that Cheryl called: "Are you off work? I'm downstairs at your company."

"I have to work overtime tonight." I responded calmly.

"Then I'll wait for you." She seemed a little unwilling to give up.

"No need." I hung up the phone without hesitation. What's wrong with Cheryl's brain recently? When was she willing to take the initiative to drive me after get off work, or even wait for me to work overtime? This is incredible.

I walked to the window in the corridor and saw her car parked there quietly. I didn't have too many emotions, just took a look and turned back to work.

It was not until 10 o'clock in the evening that the overtime work ended. I came downstairs of the company. My colleague saw that my girlfriend was still waiting for me late at night and said with envy: "Leo, your girlfriend is really good. If she has any sisters, introduce them to me."

I walked to the front of the car, opened the back door, and got in. Seeing that I wasn't sitting in the passenger seat, Cheryl frowned and said, "You can sit in the front, so it's more convenient to chat."

"I'm tired," I responded curtly.

"That's right, you've been working overtime until now, you should take a nap." Cheryl didn't say anything else.

Arriving at the downstairs of the community, I got off the car and walked upstairs. Cheryl quickly followed me: "Why are you in such a hurry? You don't even know it's night time now. Aren't you worried that I'll be scared in the dark?"

I stopped and turned to look at her. Yes, I loved her so humbly before, caring for her in every way, caring about her every detail, fearing that she would be hurt in the slightest. But so what?

"Why don't you leave?" Cheryl saw me stop and looked at me and asked.

"I suddenly remembered that my mother asked me to go home." I said calmly.

"Really?" Cheryl frowned.

"Yes!" I responded firmly, then turned and walked outside.

Cheryl followed again: "I'll take you there."

" No, you've been busy all day and you're tired, go to bed early. I'll go see my mom, if she's okay, I'll be back." I said, and turned to leave.

When I turned the corner, I saw Cheryl standing there blankly. There really was something wrong with her recently. She wasn't afraid of being alone in the dark at this late hour, and she stood there motionless.

When I arrived outside the community and waited for the bus, I looked up at the night sky. The sky was full of shining stars. In the past, I would point to the brightest star and say to Cheryl, "That's you!" But now, I can't seem to find that star.