They say that you can never forget about your first love. They stay with you forever, like the cold in winter and the warmth in summer. And That was what Wang zixuan was to me.
Seeing his face like this for the first time after eight years was unreal. It felt like a dream and on the same time my nightmare.
The girls at the table started talking about him.
"Wah! He's so handsome, I wonder who he is." Said one of the girls.
Another one looked at him and said "Doesn't he look familiar. I feel like I've seen him before."
This was the conversation I hated the most. I could not listen to their conversation, I didn't want to , ..... because it always led to the reason why he left me.
The other girl thought for some time and said. "I know, he was an actor before right? But then he suddenly disappeared, I never knew our Boss knew a guy like him."
The other girl finally nodded. "Yes, now I remember."
The woman who had scoffed at me before, who I later learnt was Fu Ruoxi, scolded them. "Keep quiet, you guys."
She had this air of superiority around her, like she was above everyone else but I couldn't say anything because she was really pretty and had every right to feel like that because girls like her will always be like that.
The bride and groom spoke, the bridesmaid and the groomsmam also said a few words and then it ended.
After some time the bridesmaid came to our table. Turns out she was one of their colleagues. She looked at me twice before registering the situation. "Oh you must be
I nodded. She laughed. "He's told me a lot about you."
And something about this situation didn't feel right. If none of his other colleagues knew about me, why did she know so much?
As I shook hands with her and she gave me that killer smile, a figure came forward. It was a miracle I didn't bawl out and cried into his arms that moment. I've relived this moment so many times in my dreams, how I would act of I ever saw him again?
In some of those thoughts,I slapped him, in some I cried. But in reality I couldn't say anything. In reality I was just stuck to the floorloke some dumb person waiting for him to recognise me.
As he came over I cast my face down. I didn't want to see the look on his face.
He called after the girl but I couldn't properly hear it. The girl introduce him to the colleague. I grabbed a glass of water to drink but my hand shooked and the glass fell down. My dressed was soaked.
The attention turned towards me and so did he. Questions of 'are you okay?' and 'are you fine' flooded but right now I could only feel his gaze .
I took my purse and stood up. Whe I looked at him, he was looking at me with an expression I could not decipher.
I sprinted to the washroom.