Meeting Neil was unexpected thing.
Back then, I was trying to get back at Elliot by spending his money on hosts every day.
One night, I was pretty drunk, and after going through five rounds of hosts without finding anyone I liked, I got annoyed and went to the restroom.
That's when I ran into Neil.
He had just finished playing basketball and came in to sing karaoke, still wearing his jersey, with his sweaty bangs pushed back, revealing his handsome brow.
I was instantly smitten and grabbed him, saying to the manager,
"You've been hiding such a catch! I want him!"
I was definitely drunk that night, and I barely remember what happened afterward. I only recall pestering Neil, asking how much it would cost for him to go out with me.
I woke up the next afternoon and found a new, unfamiliar number on my phone.
There was a red dot on the profile picture.
When I opened it,
it said, "Are you awake?"
Later, I found out that I was so drunk that night that I insisted on giving Neil money to take him away, and I pulled out 10,000 dollars from my bag,
"Is this enough?!"
He insisted on returning the money, so I had no choice but to meet him and apologize profusely,saying, "Sorry, I drank too much last night. I'm not usually like that…"
Neil's face turned red, like a blushing bride who had been taken advantage of, trying to stay calm but still stuttering,
saying, "No, no… it's okay…"
I was racking my brain about how to apologize, when I looked up and saw that he was wearing our school's emblem.
Turns out he was a junior.
When I asked further, I found out that he was a senior, and his thesis advisor was actually my college classmate.
My classmate always struggled to say anything meaningful, so after that, whenever Neil had problems with his thesis, he would just send them to me.
We became familiar with each other over time.
It's easy to fall for someone like Neil.
He's good-looking in a way that's completely devoid of effeminacy – the kind of good looks a young man has.
His features are sharp and handsome, and he exudes an energy that's free of any shadow or gloom.
He smiles with bright eyes, the kind of clear and somewhat naive college student who would invite me to a boxing gym to show off his skills.
Having spent too much time in the shadows, one naturally yearns for people who bask in the light.
When Neil confessed his feelings to me, I agonized over it all night and eventually told him about my situation.
He said: I said, "I don't want to hold you back. Let's forget it. I'm sorry."
Neil didn't respond.
For the next three days, he didn't contact me.
I thought he had given up, which made me feel quite regretful.
I really did like him a lot.
Who knew that on the third night, he called me directly and asked me to meet him.
I must have been crazy to get up in the middle of the night and sit in his beat-up car to listen to him scold me.
Neil had a serious look on his face, his hands interlocked, and he said seriously,
"This is definitely your fault, you hurt my feelings."
I nodded. I nodded: "I'm guilty, I deserve to die."
He frowned: "It's not that bad, you did apologize to me.
"This time, I thought about it a lot, and I think I can accept it, but you need to divorce that person soon."
He was like a meticulous little puppy, seriously pondering a serious issue and offering what he believed was the perfect solution.
I secretly chuckled: "Okay, I'll do as you say."
Talking about divorce, I hadn't really figured it out yet.
It had dragged on for several months.
But now, I've made up my mind.
I want a divorce.
Even if it's not for anyone else.
Just for myself.
