Throwing men away like garbage

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"Let's break up," he said coldly. She suddenly felt like crying…

 

After graduating from university, she left her mother's warm embrace and came to this city to work with him. She didn't care about the ebb and flow of life, the coming and going of events; being with him was happiness, life, and everything. But now… two crystal tears fell parallel to each other, piercing the cold night with a "plop," scattering petals everywhere.

 

"Can you promise me something?" Her voice trembled slightly, and she choked up a little.

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"Speak!" His tone revealed his extreme impatience.

 

“Let me keep your house key.” She took a bunch of keys from her handbag and fiddled with one of them. It was a silver key, gleaming softly in the bright moonlight…

 

Every Friday after that, when he came home from get off work, the refrigerator was still full, just like before. Fruit, cookies, beer—everything he wanted was within reach. He inwardly laughed at her for being so foolish.

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Another day passed. Love and career were stagnant. He finally became disheartened and utterly despondent.

 

One day, as he opened the refrigerator to grab a beer to drown his sorrows, he suddenly remembered he hadn't seen her in a long time. What a wonderful girl she was! Intelligent, virtuous, and beautiful. He regretted not having noticed her before. Tomorrow is Friday…

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Beware of these 30 gentle phrases men can use to kill you. (Subtitle: #p#)

 

A large bouquet of fiery red roses proudly and vibrantly bloomed in the refrigerator. Next to the roses was a small red heart-shaped box. She hesitated for a moment, then carefully opened it. When she saw the silver platinum ring, a faint glimmer appeared in her eyes.

 

She had long admired this ring, named "The Moon Represents My Heart." Back then, he just tugged at her sleeve, saying, "Hurry, hurry..."

 

She finally refrained from crying out loud, merely wiping her eyes with a tissue before regaining her composure. She took out the roses and ring, placed them on the bedside table, then filled the refrigerator with the beer and fruit she had brought, before gently closing it.

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A surge of joy welled up inside him. Would she accept him again? Lost in these thoughts, he saw her open the refrigerator again, lean against the door for a long time, then resolutely close it. She tidied her disheveled hair and walked out of his sight with the bouquet of roses.