I turned around, following his pointing finger, and saw a man in a white shirt standing not far away. He had an apron tied around his waist, and his once handsome face now bore a light stubble. It had been several years, and he had aged considerably, looking less like a man approaching his thirties
Yvonne didn't understand his struggles at all. She called him a useless person and claimed that he couldn't even make as much money as she spent in one night. They argued constantly over trivial matters in their lives. The beautiful moments they had shared during their youth were gradually eroded by
"I saw her at a nightclub the other day. I almost didn't recognize her; she's nothing like her high school self.""What about Nash?""Nash opened a restaurant on Duxton Road. I heard the business is average. Their love was truly touching back in the day; who could have predicted that it would end up
While I was actively preparing for my wedding, my mom told me that Nash had committed suicide. He died on Thanksgiving night. His parents' cries were deafening. My dad quickly put on his clothes and rushed over, fearing that the two elderly people would have problems, as there was no one to take car
"Can you share Nash’s contact info with me?" The girl who was well-known around campus lightly poked my arm.Near the classroom window, a figure came into view.It was 17-year-old Nash Xander.I suddenly snapped back to my senses, clutching my chest and gasping for breath."What's the matter with yo
This path was undeniably challenging, but regardless of how tough it might get, I was determined to give it a shot. I had faith in myself!I overheard Yvonne boasting to someone, "Oh, come on, Nash is just a guy others hype up. In reality, he doesn't know anything; he's just a bit of an art geek."O
"Wendy, why aren't you speaking? Are you willing to help me or not?"Seeing Nash's hopeful expression, I pulled out my phone and dialed Yvonne's number.Willing? Of course, why wouldn't I be? How else would I get to witness this drama unfold?"Yvonne, Nash has passed out drunk at my doorstep, shouti
Mrs. Xander walked in followed by our homeroom teacher, her face stern and icy."Who is Yvonne?" she demanded, her sharp gaze scanning the room. None of the students dared to make a sound.Yvonne, seated next to me, furrowed her brow and swiftly tapped a few times on her phone, then stood up calmly.