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“No yet,” he says.
“Then get your things ready quickly. I’m going to get in the shower.
I used to pack for Sam every time he went on a business trip, but now I lose my temper.
The next morning, I see him dragging his bags and walking out of the flat. I feel more relieved than ever.
I don’t have to deal with him, so I can enjoy some peace and quiet.
Three days after Sam leaves for work, Eleanor calls me.
She says that Sam got a bad cold and is now in the hospital on a drip.
I take a taxi to that hospital during my lunch break.
Sam has a pale face and is on a drip. From the way he looks, I can tell that he is very sick.
“Don’t you have a business trip?””I walked up to him.
Sam opens his eyes in surprise and then turns away from me when he sees me.
“What are you doing here, Lillian?” Who tells you that I’m in the hospital?”
“It’s me!”Eleanor came into the room with a cup of hot water.
She looks at me and says, “What did you do to Sam?” in a way that is right. He was too scared to go home, so he stayed at Mike’s. How can you treat him this way? You went too far!”
I look at Sam and say, “You said you were on a business trip.”
Sam doesn’t look me in the eye and says in a weak voice, “I’m sorry, Lillian.” I told you a lie. “I didn’t go on a business trip.”
Now I know that he has been avoiding me because he knew there was something wrong with our relationship.
He asked me why I lied to him about studying at my office, and I had planned to use that chance to have a serious talk with him about our relationship.
Then he said he couldn’t talk to me because he had to go on a business trip. He would rather stay at his friend’s house than face me and talk about the problem between us.
“Sam, avoiding the problem is not a good way to deal with it. “I need to talk to you, really,” I say.
“Yes, I know. But can you wait until I feel better?”Please,” he says with pleading eyes.
“Sure,” I say, “Get some rest.” I’m going to work now.
“Lillian, aren’t you going to stay?””His eyes look like a puppy’s.
“It’s just a cold,” I say coldly. “You’re an adult.” You don’t need me to treat you like a baby, do you?”
Sam stiffens and jerks his head up to look at me when he hears this.
I can tell he knows what I mean by the sad look in his eyes.
What I just told him is true, and what he told me is true too.
Last winter, I had a high fever and went to the hospital by myself to get help.
Everyone else at the hospital had someone with them, but I was alone. I couldn’t help but call Sam and ask him to come with me.
He said in a cold voice, “You are an adult.” You don’t need me to treat you like a baby, do you? It’s just a cold. “How important it is.”
There was loud music coming from the other end of the picture, and I could hear Eleanor say, “Sam, it’s your turn to sing!””
He was singing with his friends while I was getting a bad cold.
I felt really cold all over my body, especially my heart, at that moment.
But I wasn’t good. A few days after our “cold war,” I forgave him again, just like I had before.
Sam must have thought about how little he cared about me while he was sick. He says, “I’m so sorry,” in a shaky voice.
What he said hurt me like a knife stabbing my heart, but he had no idea how much it hurt. Only when the knife turns on him does he realise that words can kill.
Sam is the kind of person who doesn’t care about other people’s feelings until he feels them himself.
Eleanor is standing next to us, and it looks like she can’t take it anymore. She looks at Sam with concern and says, “You are sick now.” As your girlfriend, she doesn’t care about you at all and is about to leave. Why did you say you were sorry to her?”
I smiled a little and said, “See? There is still someone who cares about you even though I’m not there.
“Then get your things ready quickly. I’m going to get in the shower.
I used to pack for Sam every time he went on a business trip, but now I lose my temper.
The next morning, I see him dragging his bags and walking out of the flat. I feel more relieved than ever.
I don’t have to deal with him, so I can enjoy some peace and quiet.
Three days after Sam leaves for work, Eleanor calls me.
She says that Sam got a bad cold and is now in the hospital on a drip.
I take a taxi to that hospital during my lunch break.
Sam has a pale face and is on a drip. From the way he looks, I can tell that he is very sick.
“Don’t you have a business trip?””I walked up to him.
Sam opens his eyes in surprise and then turns away from me when he sees me.
“What are you doing here, Lillian?” Who tells you that I’m in the hospital?”
“It’s me!”Eleanor came into the room with a cup of hot water.
She looks at me and says, “What did you do to Sam?” in a way that is right. He was too scared to go home, so he stayed at Mike’s. How can you treat him this way? You went too far!”
I look at Sam and say, “You said you were on a business trip.”
Sam doesn’t look me in the eye and says in a weak voice, “I’m sorry, Lillian.” I told you a lie. “I didn’t go on a business trip.”
Now I know that he has been avoiding me because he knew there was something wrong with our relationship.
He asked me why I lied to him about studying at my office, and I had planned to use that chance to have a serious talk with him about our relationship.
Then he said he couldn’t talk to me because he had to go on a business trip. He would rather stay at his friend’s house than face me and talk about the problem between us.
“Sam, avoiding the problem is not a good way to deal with it. “I need to talk to you, really,” I say.
“Yes, I know. But can you wait until I feel better?”Please,” he says with pleading eyes.
“Sure,” I say, “Get some rest.” I’m going to work now.
“Lillian, aren’t you going to stay?””His eyes look like a puppy’s.
“It’s just a cold,” I say coldly. “You’re an adult.” You don’t need me to treat you like a baby, do you?”
Sam stiffens and jerks his head up to look at me when he hears this.
I can tell he knows what I mean by the sad look in his eyes.
What I just told him is true, and what he told me is true too.
Last winter, I had a high fever and went to the hospital by myself to get help.
Everyone else at the hospital had someone with them, but I was alone. I couldn’t help but call Sam and ask him to come with me.
He said in a cold voice, “You are an adult.” You don’t need me to treat you like a baby, do you? It’s just a cold. “How important it is.”
There was loud music coming from the other end of the picture, and I could hear Eleanor say, “Sam, it’s your turn to sing!””
He was singing with his friends while I was getting a bad cold.
I felt really cold all over my body, especially my heart, at that moment.
But I wasn’t good. A few days after our “cold war,” I forgave him again, just like I had before.
Sam must have thought about how little he cared about me while he was sick. He says, “I’m so sorry,” in a shaky voice.
What he said hurt me like a knife stabbing my heart, but he had no idea how much it hurt. Only when the knife turns on him does he realise that words can kill.
Sam is the kind of person who doesn’t care about other people’s feelings until he feels them himself.
Eleanor is standing next to us, and it looks like she can’t take it anymore. She looks at Sam with concern and says, “You are sick now.” As your girlfriend, she doesn’t care about you at all and is about to leave. Why did you say you were sorry to her?”
I smiled a little and said, “See? There is still someone who cares about you even though I’m not there.