The restaurant was filled with light, cheerful music. Helena stopped sending me messages to provoke me, and Niels devoted himself to keeping me company through dinner.
The perfect boyfriend who always knew how to please me cooperated enthusiastically when I wanted to take pictures. But I didn't post them on i********: right away.
"Didn't you like the photos we took earlier?" He lowered his long lashes, his expression carrying a hint of disappointment.
I pressed my lips together, unsure how to respond. I couldn't tell him that the caption I had prepared was meant to flaunt our relationship, but now that I was about to end it, there was no point in using it anymore. "Niels, we have been together for three years. I think from now on, we don't need to be lovers anymore."
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