12
When I walked out of the clubhouse, Chad
was leaning alone against the entrance, with
a cigarette in his hand.
Seeing me, he put out the cigarette and
blocked my way.
With a smile on his face,
“You’ve been holding on for quite a long time
<
this time, breaking a record.
“But what’s wrong? Are you getting thinner- skinned now? You’re not even coming to find
me yourself, borrowing your friend?”
In the past three years, Chad and I had also
had cold wars.
But every time, he would give me the silent
treatment, and I wouldn’t be able to hold on
for a few days before I would take the
initiative to bow my head and beg for
forgiveness.
Chad smiled and reached out to touch my
head,
“Okay, you’ve probably reflected on yourself
for the past half month and know that you did
something wrong.”
I was planning to dodge, but Chad’s hand
stopped in mid–air.
Because Chloe appeared not far away,
carrying desserts.
She didn’t say anything, but just stood there
quietly, the corners of her eyes red.
Chad looked at me, then looked at her, and
finally put down his hand and said to me,
“Starling, go back first, I’ll go find you
tonight.”
After saying that, he started walking towards.
Chloe.
