“It’s me, Hugo, remember?” he said, smilingly.
But his smiles are helpless. I thought I made the right decision by not fighting and chasing our love. But I was wrong. His eyes are helpless and tired. He lost so much weight. He gained so many sleepless nights.
What did he do to make himself like this? His clothes are messy, his hair is a mess, he looks like he hasn’t slept yet, and his shoelaces are messy to look at. Standing in front of me, I only see a man who is completely ruined. I was nervous about his question and what I was thinking at the time. I don’t know if it will be effective or what; it just depends on what it turns out to be.
“E-Excuse me, do I know you?” I said shyly.
I don’t know where or how I said that so easily. I didn’t even plan it; it just happened suddenly. I
