"Andrew, you're not getting any younger."
"I need new vitality in my life, do you understand?" Serena's eyes were full of pity and seemed to hide deep meaning. "He is completely different from you, pure and flawless, full of passion for life. In short, I finally found that feeling of heartbeat."
I remained silent and lowered my head.
It seemed that I understood why she, who was always calm, chose to be so affectionate with me last night.
I could hardly keep calm, and my eyes were slightly red facing the outcome of the breakup.
After an almost inaudible hum, Serena sighed softly and came forward to give me a hug.
"We are still friends."
However, the hug was fleeting and disappeared before I could feel it.
Serena left, the cold electronic voice sounded again:
" The attack mission has failed, and the host is about to be wiped out." "You have... half a month left."
Then, it seemed to hesitate:
"Maybe you can try to explain it to Serena and buy some time to stay alive."
"No need."
The room fell silent again and I got up and took a shower.
The kisses she left on me last night were incredibly intense.
Now that I think about it, it was just the last entanglement before breaking up.
Thinking of this, I actually wanted to laugh.
In her eyes, I was so humble.
Come when called and go when dismissed.
So what have these five years meant to me?
I recall that a few years ago, when I was seriously ill, it was Serena who took me to the hospital and stayed by my side all night. When my arm was cold during the infusion, she put her hand on the back of my hand to keep it warm.
I fell into a deep sleep, and when I woke up, Serena was still lying beside my bed, holding my hand tightly.
At that moment, I thought I would love her forever.
We bought couple pajamas, couple rings, and couple water cups, and lived together for four and a half years.
Although it has not been officially announced, friends all know it.
I remembered what she said:
"Andrew, you are already an old man. Men are on the decline when they reach the age of twenty-five."
"After a whole night of hard work, I compared them and found that Lucas is still better."
With her eyes curved and a sly smile, she casually passed by my five years.
My eyes were a little sore, and I couldn't control myself from thinking about every word she said, over and over again.
Until the message notification on my phone rang, I clicked it and saw that it was a photo of Serena and her boyfriend.
The official announcement that I had been longing for for nearly five years was finally released so easily.
Her hands were beautiful, white and translucent, with a brand new ring on her ring finger.
I stared blankly at the photo of their interlocked hands. Finally, I tried to tell myself:
It's okay, isn't it just love? If you don't want it, then forget it.
