Redmption 1


    "Be honest. Have you ever done it with Madeline?"


    The deep voice of a man came through the crack in the door, making me pause as I was about to


    enter the room.


    Through the gap in the door, I saw Chris Gildon sitting inside the room. His thin lips were slightly


    pursed as he replied, "She''s made a move on me before, but I wasn''t interested."


    "Chris, don''t put her down like that. Madeline''s beauty is something that everyone in our circle


    agrees on. Many people have their eyes on her,"mented Chris'' best friend, Derick Bowman,


    who had witnessed our ten-year rtionship.


    "We know each other too well. Do you know what I mean?" Chris'' eyebrows furrowed.


    When I was 14, I was sent to the Gildon estate, where I had met Chris for the first time. Back then,


    everyone told me that Chris was the person I was destined to marry. It had been ten years since we


    started living together.


    "That''s true. You work in the samepany during the day, so you probably see each other all the


    time. Then, when you go back, you have dinner together at night. You both probably know exactly


    how many times the other goes to the bathroom each day," Derick said jokingly.


    Then, he clicked his tongue before continuing, "Nowadays, it''s not about growing fond of each other


    over time. There has to be a sense of mystery between men and women. It''s only thrilling when you


    want something you can''t have."


    Chris remained silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with Derick''s words.


    "So, will you still marry her?"


    Derick''s question made me hold my breath.


    Chris'' parents wanted us to get married. He hadn''t said yes or no, and I hadn''t asked him about it.


    But Derick was now asking on my behalf.


    Chris didn''t say anything.


    Seeing this, Derick let out augh. "You don''t want to marry her?"


    "That''s not it…"


    "That means you want to marry her, but you''re not fully content, right?" Derick, who had grown up


    with Chris, knew exactly what he was thinking.


    "Derick, have you ever heard of this saying?" Chris asked.


    "What is it?"


    "Some things have little to no value, yet one is still reluctant to part with them," Chris replied as he lit


    a cigarette. The smoke blurred the face that I had admired for ten years.


    My chest tightened. It turned out that I had be a burden to him.


    "So, will you marry her or not?" Derick pressed.


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    Chris looked up at him. "You''re so keen on knowing the answer. Do you have feelings for her? How


    about I give her to you?"


    I was a living person, but Chris was casually offering to give me away like I was just an insignificant


    object. If I were a pet that he had raised for ten years, he would surely feel some kind of attachment


    to me, and he wouldn''t be so dismissive.


    It was clear that I meant nothing to him. However, he had been my everything for the past ten years.


    His words deeply wounded me. I could taste a bitterness rising in my throat.


    I lowered my head and stared at the marriage license application form in my hand. I bit my lip hard.


    Derick scoffed. "What are you talking about? I''m not that desperate for a woman."


    Chris stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up from the couch. "Get out. You''re always


    causing trouble for me whenever youe by."


    "I''m not the one causing you trouble. It''s Madeline. If you don''t have any feelings for her, you should


    break up with her so that she can find a better man," Derick reminded him. He then grabbed his


    jacket from the couch and headed toward the door.


    When the door opened, Derick saw me standing outside and froze. Then, he awkwardly rubbed his


    nose. Realizing that I had overheard their conversation, he forced a smile and asked, "Are you


    looking for Chris? He''s inside."


    My fingertips felt numb as I clutched the marriage license application form, and I couldn''t say a


    word.


    Derick nced at what I was holding. He leaned closer to me and asked, "Have you thought about


    what it is that you truly want?"


    His shoulder brushed against mine as he walked away.


    The light document in my hand now felt heavy and scorching.


    I swallowed hard, and after a long pause, I finally pushed the door open and trudged in.