Chapter 6：Trip down memory lane (1/2)

While shooting me a stern look, his mouth parts to ask me another question. ”Hey… Do you still remember the 'Omurice Mama' that was close to your parents' house? You know, the time when we dated back in the day. Just before you had to move to Laratié? Do you recall when we...”

... Oh.

My mind comes to a sudden halt.

I'm not liking where this is going.

Unfortunately for him, this kind of trip down memory lane does not 'stir' the memories in my head in the right way. Not because we had a destructive OR toxic relationship. It was... well, it was great.

Still, while it didn't last long, it was still real. We were extremely sincere with each other.

We did our best and worked with each other through our relationship's ups and downs.

We DID fit, almost like two peas in a pod.

We HAD excellent compatibility. We could have done almost anything together, and we always found ways to make our dynamic work.

We WERE both fortunate if that wasn't obvious enough.

That's right. It was ALL in the past.

We were kids who did not discover a lot about ourselves yet. Never mind the world and how other people are like, even how they interact!

I do believe everyone has a 'core' self that changes with their environment and molds into how we react and deal with specific situations.

So the fact that some people say 'People change' is both correct AND incorrect to me - if that makes any sense whatsoever.

There's a reason why my marriage broke down, and I'm just not confident about what he'll think of me now.

There are many things at work when it comes to relationships.

People seem to underestimate how complex they are, not only to maintain but to have an excellent symbiotic system happening between two, might I add, VERY different individuals.

We haven't even tried working together yet!

What is he thinking? What is he expecting from me, exactly? It's not like he believes that I came back for him or whatever, right?

There WAS a time... a LONG time ago when I did consider uprooting my life over there to come back to Uiso. But that stopped though when I got doused with a cold bucket of reality.

I came to accept it was just the natural order of things, so I went with the flow and did my best with what life has handed to me.

I'm not saying I changed THAT much.

HOWEVER, to him, who has nothing BUT my past self to go on. The change most likely is going to be too much to take.

All I can do in response is to give him a marvelously unreadable stare. The longer my stare goes on; the more uncomfortable Jett seems to be.

It's a stare that sneakily looks empty on the outside, but within the inner workings of my brain, only one thing rules it: Fear.

It's impossible for him to read because there is absolutely NO logical reason why I would ever feel that way towards him.

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