Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 305

So this was what a secret crush felt like. It was a chaotic blend of sour, sweet, bitter, and tart. It was entirely addictive, yet the only person it tortured was himself.

Lawrence watched his college days play out—he hadn't fared much better then. He used every holiday as an excuse to visit his old high school teachers, desperately hoping to catch a glimpse of Bonnie. If he saw her, he would ride that high for weeks. If he didn't, he just plotted his next visit.

Then, finally, Bonnie started university.

The memories began to slow down drastically. Lawrence knew he was clinging to them. He wanted to drag out every second, etching the details into his soul so deeply that not even the waters of the afterlife could wash them away.

The day he finally won her over, no one knew how ecstatic he had been. He wanted to scream with joy, to announce it to the world. He wanted to sprint from one end of Cabinda to the other, shouting that Bonnie was finally his.

But since that wasn't realistic, he settled for telling his family and closest friends.

He remembered thinking how perfect everything was. His parents adored her. Shirley might give him a hard time, but she wouldn't actually stop them. They were each other's first loves, a match made in heaven. He remembered cupping her face, kissing her cheeks fiercely, and declaring, "We are literally made for each other!"

Bonnie had slapped his arm in mock disgust, but he had loved every second of it.

The happy moments flashed by in rapid succession. Holding hands, embracing, kissing, wandering the streets, talking absolute nonsense for hours without ever getting bored.

He remembered driving across the city just to grab a meal. Bonnie's appetite was so tiny she couldn't even finish a bowl of noodles, so he always ate her leftovers. He had even gained weight during that time and started running an extra thirty minutes every morning, terrified she might find him out of shape.

Sixteen months. Five hundred days.

No matter how hard Lawrence tried to slow the memories down, they slipped through his fingers too fast. Before he knew it, the timeline dragged him into the agonizing period where he had single-handedly destroyed their happiness.

Despair crashed over him, bringing back the suffocating desire to die. He tried to force the memories backward, but no one could hear his silent screams. He was still hurtling toward death.

Until a warm, familiar hand gently grasped his fingers.

A soft voice, like a cool breeze cutting through the sweltering heat of summer, washed over him, instantly calming his frantic mind.

Who was helping him hold onto these unforgettable memories?

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