When the Mist Clears, Love Is Gone
Language: en
We were out for a team-building dinner. My eyes fell on a young couple by the window. The girl was carefully peeling a shrimp for the boy. My colleague sighed with envy. “See? This is why it’s better to just watch other people be in love.” “Hey, Nathan,” she said, pointing at the couple. “Does Isla ever peel shrimp for you like that?” I was about to say that Isla was allergic to shrimp. In the five years we’d been together, shrimp had never once appeared on our dinner table. But then the girl turned her head, smiling, and my world froze. My expression hardened, the blood turning to ice in…