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Queenie was trying to show herself that a breakup wasn’t as tough as she imagined. It was just slightly
painful. There was no medication to cure it, so it was something that she had to
endure on her own.
A month had gone by, and I was now facing the final examination of my
school.
first year
of graduate
Colin’s calls became as regr as meal times. He offered detailed advice on every minor issue like a
concerned father. It was only after I assured him that I would record his instructions on my phone and
commit them to memory that he would agree to end the call.
Every time this happened, Queenie would look at me with envy andment that I was lucky to have
met the right man.
I had secretly asked Colin about Flynn’s current situation. Surely, Flynn would have thought of
reconciliation after spending four to five years with Queenie. Was he really unwilling to make an effort
to salvage what they had?
Colin said that it would be better for Queenie if they could part ways amicably. It was best to let go of
the past so that she could get on with life. He didn’t share with me about Flynn’s
situation.
Colin was right, and I shared the same thoughts. It was best to let go of the past and remain oblivious
to Flynn’s situation. What was done was done, and we should focus on the future.
I was worried that Flynn would continue to harass Queenie. That would truly be a tragic situation for
her. Endlessly dwelling on the mattered could lead one to feel utterly exhausted. and devastated.
My grades in the final examination were decent, much better than I had expected. The professor was
delighted with my results and praised me for being a promising talent.
When summer vacation started, my mother called to ask when I would be returning home. I was
worried about leaving Queenie alone, so I decided to stay back and apany her a little longer.
When she had time off, I nned to take her back to my home for a vacation.
I could spend the summer holidays working on the Tudor–style ne. The faster Ipleted it, the
sooner I could earn money. It wasn’t that I was money–minded. I was happy to earn my keep based on
my efforts. Besides, only a fool wouldn’t wish to earn more money.
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Colin didn’tment on my n; my happiness was all that matters. I began juggling my time between
finishing my art and taking care of Queenie.
Seeing Queenie gradually regain her spirits and the sparkle in her eyes filled me with a sense of
aplishment. I never knew it felt so great to care for someone. No wonder Colin had never
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gotten tired of it.
The days went by uneventfully, and Queenie began to smile more frequently. Each day, she would
come home to share amusing storles from her day at work and updates on her ongoing projects. She
recounted the meetings she organized and proudly shared her aplishments with me.
I was d to see her looking confident and happy. The fearless and optimistic Queenie I knew was
coming back.
One idle afternoon, I decided to stroll to Queenie’spany to surprise her after work. Thepany
premises were expansive. There was a gated entrance to restrict ess to authorized personnel.
As someone who didn’t have the required documents, I had no choice but to linger at a hidden corner
near the entrance. I wanted to give Queenie a surprise.
Unexpectedly, my impromptu decision to pick Queenie up allowed me to witness a surprising
scene.
As the music signaling the end of the workday rang, the employees started to bid their farewells before
driving off.
Queenie stepped out of thepany slightlyter. She wore a long white dress, her hair cascading like
a waterfall behind her. Her delicate makeup entuated her petite yet exquisite features–rosy lips,
almond–shaped eyes, and willow–like eyebrows.
With a printed beige bag slung over her shoulder, Queenie resembled a university student.
I had always known Queenie was attractive, but I never imagined that a slender person like her would
look this stunning in the sunlight.
It seemed that Queenie belonged under the sun.
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