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The rain mixed with the city's dust, hitting the streets under the lights of countless households, gently rubbing against every grimy sidewalk brick.
On days like this, the streets and alleys were always filled with a heavy and depressing atmosphere, but for Michelle, it was a perfect reflection of her inner state.
A black sedan weaves through the busy traffic, the scenery outside the car window resembling a blurry watercolor painting.
Michelle sits inside the car, feeling somewhat uneasy. She scrolls through social media on her phone and catches a glimpse of David's name out of the corner of her eye.
During her days working at the advertising company, Michelle often had to put her heart and soul into dealing with various issues, but now she is a bit distracted. Linda's words keep echoing in her mind: "You deserve better."
As she parked her car in front of her house, her phone vibrated the moment she got out. It was a message from David.
"Hi, Michelle, I saw the news about you and Evan breaking up. If you need to talk, please feel free to tell me."
Michelle was silent for a moment and finally decided to respond: "Thank you, David. Sometimes life is just like that, full of variables."
The winding street photography adorned with the city's first lights, the flow of traffic and people intertwine to form a huge urban mural.
Michelle sat alone by the window of a coffee shop, gazing at the brilliant neon lights outside. The warm yellow light inside the shop shone on her face, revealing a moist glow in her eyes.
The door of the coffee shop was gently pushed open, and a figure walked in. It was David, a familiar yet long-lost name and face. He walked up to Michelle's seat, wearing a faint smile.
"Long time no see, Michelle," David's voice was deep and lingering.
"Yeah, it's been a while," Michelle responded, but her heart was filled with complex emotions.
"You look a little different. Is it work stress?" David carefully observed Michelle, his gaze filled with subtle concern.
"Maybe. I've been through some things recently," Michelle said, holding her coffee cup close, seeking comfort in its warmth.
"If you're willing, I think I can accompany you for a while, just like before," David's voice seemed to carry a kind of magic, making Michelle feel an impulse to rely on him in this moment.
"I will consider it, David," Michelle finally responded, her eyes revealing a hint of weariness.
At the same time, in the office of the advertising company, Chen Yifan (Evan) sat in his chair, with social media notifications flashing on his computer screen in front of him.
A photo of Michelle and David caught Evan's eye. Evan's gaze slightly hardened, and his mouth twitched.
"What does this mean?" Evan felt a wave of anxiety, but at the same time, he understood that perhaps all of this was of his own making.
His gaze fixed on Michelle's social media page, especially the photo of her with David. Although her face still carried a professional smile, her eyes seemed empty.
"Do you need any help, Evan?" A colleague knocked on the door, breaking the solemn atmosphere.
"No, thank you. I'm okay," Evan replied, his voice tinged with fatigue.
He hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and his gaze lingered on the photo of him and Michelle on the table. He tried to think, to figure out where things had gone wrong, but every answer made him feel even more powerless.
Evan picked up his coat and walked out of the office. He strolled through the bustling streets, feeling a sense of loneliness like never before.
"Michelle, is it really time for us to part ways?" Evan silently pondered in his heart, but couldn't find an answer.
In the following days, David began to actively contact Michelle, and even offered to drive her home after work.
This thoughtful gesture made Michelle feel a hint of warmth, but every time she saw a message from Evan or anything related to him, she always felt a strange sense of loss.
"You look troubled, what's wrong?" David asked, his voice filled with concern.
Michelle smiled slightly, a hint of complex emotion tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"I'm thinking, if my choices had been different at the beginning, would the outcome have been different?"
"Choosing is always difficult, but what's important is that you know, life will never have 'what ifs'," David said slowly, his gaze fixed on Michelle's face, trying to see through her inner struggle.
Under the streetlight, Michelle's face was bathed in a faint light, like a complex picture filled with emotional entanglement and confusion.
"Maybe." Michelle responded involuntarily, her voice carrying a hint of weariness.
The car slowly pulled into the parking spot in front of Michelle's house. David released the handbrake but didn't immediately open the car door.
"Are you sure you don't need me to accompany you upstairs?"
Michelle took a deep breath and considered for a moment. "No, I want to face this alone. Thank you for your company today."
David nodded slightly, didn't say much, but at the moment when Michelle closed the car door, he watched her disappear into the dim light.
Michelle opened the door to her home, entering a space filled with traces of life. She walked to the mirror, her face filled with fatigue and unease. She thought of Evan, thought of their past, and the increasingly uncertain future.
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At this moment, her phone vibrated, and she opened it to see a message from Evan: "Hi, can we talk?"
Michelle's heart suddenly tightened. "What could be the matter that made him suddenly want to talk?"
Looking at the phone screen, she felt a mix of emotions. She couldn't help but think of David's words, "There are no 'ifs' in life, only choices and consequences."
She replied with a message: "Okay, let's meet tomorrow to talk."
That night, Michelle lay in bed tossing and turning, finally deciding that it was time to reassess her relationship with Evan. Perhaps this would be the most crucial moment in their relationship.
Everyone faces crossroads in their lives, and what happens next will depend entirely on their choices.
The car stopped at the entrance of a high-end restaurant, and she felt a wave of suffocation.
She was already under a lot of pressure, especially after her father was suddenly hospitalized and the increasing conflicts between her and Evan.
She felt somewhat overwhelmed, but she still walked into the restaurant.
Evan sat on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the door.
When Michelle walked in, he instantly felt the tension in his heart relax.
"You're here," Evan stood up, trying to force a smile.
After Michelle sat down, she looked around and noticed that the restaurant was decorated quite elegantly, as if every corner exuded a subtle sense of oppression. Then she looked at Evan, trying to read his expression.
"What's the matter?" Michelle asked.
Evan's throat suddenly felt a little dry as he continued, "I saw the photo of you and David."
Michelle smiled slightly and said, "David and I are just friends. I have the right to make friends, and you are no longer someone to restrict me. We used to be together, but that's in the past."
"The past..." Evan felt a pang in his heart. "Yes, we all have a past, don't we?"
He thought of Victoria, the woman who had once shaken him. He thought of their passionate night and Victoria's pregnancy.
"I don't want to restrict you," Evan said, "I just want to know if there's a future between us."
Michelle looked at him, her eyes seeming a bit weary and also somewhat indifferent.
"The future?" she repeated the word, "None of us are sure what the future holds, Evan."
The two fell silent for a while, as if the whole world had stopped turning.
Finally, Michelle stood up, walked through the exquisitely suffocating restaurant, pushed open the heavy door, and walked out.
Evan looked at her back and suddenly felt a bit empty. In this moment, it seemed like he had lost something very, very important.
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