"Alan Green, let's break up. "
As I knelt down to propose in front of a crowd at the restaurant, instead of the joyful embrace I had imagined, I was met with a cold-hearted breakup.
"Mona, you must be joking! I know today is April Fool's Day, so this has to be a joke, right?"
Still on one knee, I smiled awkwardly at the woman I had loved for 2, 190 days, hoping desperately to hear from her lips that it was all just a prank and she was just kidding.
As usual, she always loved to play pranks, didn't she?
"I'm serious, Alan. I've fallen for someone else. I don't love you anymore. "
Her eyes looked at me with a coldness that made me wonderwhen did her gaze toward me become so emotionless?
"Mona! Why?"
She turned to leave, but I grabbed her hand, trying to hold onto her. I couldn't believe that all the time we had spent together was meaningless. We had loved each other so much. I thought we'd be like this forever, until the end of time.
I couldn't believe anyone could love her like I did, nor could I believe that she would fall out of love so easily. I could always feel her love for meit wasn't fake.
But all I received in return was a merciless slap. She hit me hard, with all her strength, and blood trickled from my mouth as my face burned with pain.
As if that wasn't enough, she then poured the wine from the table over my head. The sour, slightly bitter liquid ran down my face, reflecting my current state of panic and confusion.
"Alan, I've been with Jeff Yukio for a while now. I'm sorry for telling you this so late, but please don't bother me anymore. It's over between us. "
Jeff, that junior who was two years younger than her, was very popular with the girlssunny, cheerful, handsome, and the acknowledged heartthrob of their school. He was also Mona's junior.
Sometimes I looked at him and thought, if I were a girl, I might fall for him too!
He seemed like a male version of Mona. They always had endless things to talk about, conversations that I couldn't even begin to join.
The first time I saw him, I hated him. I hated the way he looked at Mona. I knew he had feelings for her.
I still remember our first meeting. It was at a gathering with their classmates. I couldn't accompany Mona that day because I had something else to do. When I went to pick her up that evening, I found her drunk and lying in Jeff's arms. They were talking about something I didn't understand, but they were both so happy, it hurt to watch.
"Mona, let's go home. " Mona squinted at me as if trying to figure out who I was, while I just wanted to pull her away from Jeff.
"Who. . . who are you? I can't go home with a stranger. My boyfriend will be angry!" Mona was so drunk that she couldn't recognize me. I was furious that she didn't know who I was, especially in front of Jeff. From the moment I saw Jeff, I disliked him. He liked Mona, and I feared he would take her away because, by societal standards, he was a better match.
He had a good family background, good grades and good looks. He had it all.
"Hey, Alan, she doesn't recognize you. Should I really let her go with you? After all, she doesn't go home with strangers!" Jeff emphasized the word "stranger, " as if trying to remind me of something, but I didn't want to acknowledge it.
I pulled Mona into my arms, but she struggled.
"Who are you? I don't know you! Jeff, come save me! There's a bad guy trying to grab me! Help!"
I used all my strength to control Mona, who was flailing around, especially angry that this was happening in front of Jeff.
As I busied myself with getting Mona into the car and settled, Jeff actually said.
"Alan, if I had a girlfriend like her, I wouldn't let her go out drinking alone at night. You sure are trusting!"
I couldn't help but grip Mona tightly, not wanting to acknowledge him.
"Because I trust Mona. No one can take her away from me. "
"Is that so? Well, you'd better keep a close eye on her! See you later, Mona!"
"Oh, Mona, see you tomorrow!" Mona, still confused, waved goodbye to Jeff, which made me furious. She didn't recognize me, but she recognized Jeff.
But the next day, when I brought it up, Mona brushed it off, saying she was too drunk to remember anything.
Yet I knew she remembered. She had always been a good drinker. She wouldn't get drunk so easily. Mona had started lying to mebecause of Jeff.