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In the past, conversations used to be like this. I never imagined that years later, it would still be the same. It's truly hard to fathom how he behaves at work. Does he speak to others like a gentle sheep?
The more he lacks assertiveness, the more I find myself drawn to him. I seem to have no defenses against girls like that. With my handsome appearance, many girls tend to cater to me when they talk.
But she is different. When she speaks to me, she says whatever comes to mind, never pretending to be someone she's not.
Every time I hear that voice, it plunges me into deep thought. It reminds me of events from many years ago and makes me reflect on how beautiful things were between the two of us back then. We shared many wonderful moments together, and recalling those times always feels so sweet.
Sometimes, I wish I could return to those scenes from the past. But so many years have passed, and many circumstances cannot be changed. Since we chose to part ways, there's no going back. Even when I encounter familiar faces, memories from the past resurface, but ultimately, what has happened is in the past and cannot be relived.
I often feel a twinge of regret in my heart, but even if it's profound regret, it changes nothing. What has happened cannot be altered in any way.
As I quietly reminisce about those days, my thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a series of urgent knocks at the door. Instinctively, I glance toward the door before I can even get up. Suddenly, I hear someone shouting outside.
It’s none other than my friend. I had just left work with his phone by mistake, so it makes sense that he’s come looking for me to retrieve it.
I hear him yelling at the door, “I can’t believe you’ve taken someone’s phone and left for so long! Don’t you have anything to say? Is there nothing you need to explain? Seriously, keeping someone’s phone for this long is a bit much!”
Hearing his voice, I can only shake my head helplessly. He has always been impulsive and never thinks things through before acting. The reason I took his phone is complicated and not something I can easily explain; if I were to reveal my true thoughts, he probably wouldn’t let me keep his phone.
With a sigh of resignation, I get up and walk over to the door, casually opening it.
My friend quickly strides into the room while pointing around and continues his ranting in a fragmented manner.
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