his left ring finger. I always

w myself to take that wrong step. Even though I still sought Jarrod's advice and

leave his office, he called out to me, "What's been going

im due to the forbidden due to the accidental touch. "Maybe I've just been too busy wi

e for a moment before slowly b

nd up and slowly walk towards me. In the next

called me by my name so intimately. I lo

ook my hand,

Anderson, I have to go." I suppressed my emotions until the end o

nking of him more and more. This city felt cold

d thing that had happened since I arrived in this city. I was grateful for his guidance at work and for

re leaving work, I

ce and called me in, "What were you thinking?" Jarrod looked at me angrily. I

and smiled at him, "I

"Do you think our company is a place you can just leave whenever you want?" He

I continued to smile at him, "This is a dec

y, "As long as you don't

d at him, "I w

success in everything." Jarrod shook

ns that had surged up-regret, reluctance-vanished into thin air. I reached out my hand,

r hearing my last words, Jarrod was visibly take

, another way to forget s

cratch. A new job usually required working overtim

d that he was like an unwelcome memory that kept re

and cried, having to admit that he had never reall

icense plate, holding onto a sliver of hope that it was his. When I went to the supermarket and saw a figure resem

w company's boss insisted I attend a drinking party. I ra

ing up. When I finally came out of the bathroom, I felt completely dra

sadness. I didn't know what kind of harsh reality I had faced since gra

night. But how could I see him? "Stop it. I know you are an illusion."

rrod almost rushed over,

ened by the alcohol, I rea