I received Lucas’s divorce papers when I was twenty-eight. When we were eighteen, he proposed to me with a ring made of chocolate wrapper. Just ten years. On the day of our divorce. He got into a car accident and his memory reverted to when he was eighteen. That was when he loved me the most. When I received Lucas’s divorce papers, I was already at the airport in Los Angeles, about to fly to London. As I held the documents, I thought, so we’ve finally come to this day. By then, Lucas and I had been separated for exactly two years. Because his lawyer requested that I must return to the States to handle this matter, I canceled my flight from Los Angeles to London and flew back home instead. On the plane, I looked at the wedding ring on my finger, remembering how he cried like a child when he proposed ten years ago. He said he would love me for a lifetime. At that time, I really believed he would love me forever. But people change, don’t they? Two years ago, when I last saw the look in his eyes as he gazed at me, I knew he no longer loved me. There was no use dwelling on it. I closed my eyes, letting the darkness swallow all my thoughts. When I finally set foot on American soil, I understood what it meant to feel anxious as you approach home. Two years wasn’t long, but it was enough to make everything feel unfamiliar. “Sophia! Over here!” A familiar voice called out to me from the crowd. It was Emma. She had been my best friend since high school. I had told her first about coming back and agreeing to divorce Lucas. She wore a beige suit with wavy red lips and large, dramatic metal hoop earrings, looking very stylish. “Give me a kiss, Sophia!” She grabbed me and planted a big kiss on my cheek. I couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time. Just as I was about to tease her, she cupped my face and turned it away. “Don’t look, sweetie. It’s trash!” I smiled faintly and shook my head gently. How could I not see Lucas? The entire airport was filled with his various advertisement posters. Yes. My husband. Is a superstar.
“Hmph! Just wait, Sophia. I’ll be your divorce lawyer. That dog Lucas, hiding his marriage all these years and getting tangled up with that Olivia woman. Just based on the photos the paparazzi caught, I can make him suffer even if it doesn’t kill him.” Emma was now a partner at a famous law firm in the country. Watching her righteous indignation, I suddenly remembered that she used to be Lucas’s friend. Even if I lost Lucas, at least I still had her. “My great lawyer Emma, there’s no need to trouble you with such a small matter.” I just wanted to end it quickly. “You’re not planning to ask for nothing, are you?” Emma guessed my answer from my silence. “You… I’ve never seen anyone as foolish as you. When you were eighteen, you also gave up going to London…” Eighteen… Such a distant past. I never want to remember it. “Emma, I don’t want to get entangled with him anymore.” “The ten years I spent with him, I’ve already exhausted all my energy.” Emma didn’t say anything more, just took me to her apartment. “Rest well. I’ll go back to the firm to handle some things.” Once again, I was left alone in the spacious apartment, just like countless times in that house in the north, always just me. I turned on the TV, which was playing an entertainment news segment. “Breaking news, is famous actress Olivia about to tie the knot? There have been persistent rumors of her dating Lucas for years. Now, sweet photos of the two vacationing together in Hawaii have surfaced, seemingly scouting for wedding venues. When asked by reporters, although Olivia didn’t give a definitive answer, the unmistakable smile on her face hinted at happiness. Currently, Olivia is preparing to attend the Cannes Film Festival. All questions will have to wait until she returns!” Hearing this, I was surprised to find that my heart felt no ripples at all. Two years ago, if I had seen or heard Olivia’s name on TV, I would have screamed and smashed the television. Now I truly admire myself. Suddenly, a text message from an unknown number appeared on my phone. [Tomorrow at 9 AM, City Hall.] Efficient. So eager to divorce me, it was to marry Olivia. Perhaps I should even “thank” her. The next day, at 9 AM, I arrived at the entrance of City Hall as agreed. After waiting for nearly two hours, no one showed up. I mustered up the courage and was about to call that number. Suddenly, Emma’s call came in. “Sophia, come to First People’s Hospital quickly. Lucas has been in a car accident.”
“We’re… married?” Unexpectedly, the first thing Lucas said to me when I saw him after two years was this. Everyone in the hospital room looked at me, some wary, some worried. He looked at the ring on my hand, scratching his head, appearing somewhat confused. What’s going on? I glanced at Emma. “His memory has reverted to when he was eighteen,” Emma told me in private. “Due to the severe head trauma, the doctor says his memory is impaired. He only remembers things from before he was eighteen.” “Eighteen?” I murmured. Why! Why did it have to be that year! Because that year, I gave up the chance to study at the Royal Ballet School in London! Because that year, I had a falling out with my parents because of Lucas! Because that year was the beginning of the hell that would become the next ten years of my life! I don’t want to remember! I rushed into the hospital room. “I’ve already divorced you!” I blurted out. “I would never divorce her. My dream is to marry her!” Another voice countered simultaneously. We both froze, Lucas and I. Only his manager wore an “I told you so” expression. “You’re lying to me, aren’t you?” Lucas accused. “There’s no memory loss at all. You’re just pranking me, right?” “This isn’t funny at all. I need to go train!” He made to get out of the hospital bed but was stopped by his manager. “No one is lying to you, Lucas,” I said firmly. “Look carefully! What is this?” I took out our marriage certificate from my bag and threw it in front of him, emphasizing each word: “I don’t care about any memory loss. Today is the day I divorce you. No matter what, I will divorce you!” Lucas looked at the marriage certificate I had thrown, first smiling, then turning pale after hearing my words. “Sophia, you… I…” “That’s right, that’s right. Lucas, didn’t you just go to Hawaii with Miss Olivia to look at wedding venues?” his manager quickly chimed in. “Shut up!” Lucas shouted angrily. I felt a surge of anger and rushed over to pull him up. “Come on, let’s go to City Hall and get divorced!” Lucas was unwilling, but I forcefully pulled him, ignoring his increasingly pale face. “My head hurts so much!” He suddenly clutched his head, his expression pained, and then he fainted. After the doctor examined him, he scolded everyone severely. “The patient has severe depression and just had a car accident. How could you stimulate him like this? Do you want him to have another mental breakdown?” Depression? When did Lucas develop depression? “Don’t mention divorce in front of him anymore, at least not during this period of memory loss.” “This is just temporary amnesia. When all his symptoms stabilize, he will remember everything. Before that, whatever you want to do, please be patient and wait for the patient to recover.” “Especially you, Mrs. Reed. The patient needs you very much right now.” The doctor’s meaning was very clear. But this meant I had to stay by Lucas’s side. I didn’t want to. I looked at the sleeping Lucas, feeling utterly desolate. Why did you have to go back to being eighteen? At eighteen, that was when you loved me the most.
Lucas and I met at North Bay High School. In the second semester of my freshman year, I transferred to North Bay High and was assigned to sit next to him. North Bay High was the most famous high school in the entire North Bay area. My parents hoped that I would achieve excellent results in high school, which would give me a better chance of applying to the Royal Ballet School in London. I had always been an obedient child, never defying them. But North Bay High was primarily focused on college admissions, so they weren’t very welcoming to transfer students like me. So on my first day of school, I was assigned to the very last seat. My desk mate’s seat was empty. Everyone in the class was busy doing practice problems, and no one had time to talk to me. I remained invisible until two months later when Lucas came to school. When he arrived, I was sleeping. I was very dedicated to my ballet practice back then, practicing until midnight every day. So I was always short on sleep during the day. When I woke up, there was no one left in the classroom. I jolted awake in a cold sweat. “Ah! Hello, desk mate!” A pleasant voice sounded above my head. That was the first time I saw Lucas. He was tall, wearing a white tracksuit, with a youthful energy different from others. His face was handsome, with a straight nose, naturally good-looking. But I didn’t have the heart to look at him then. “What class is it now?” “PE, I think.” Heavens! It was the devil Coach Lee’s PE class! For being late, I was punished to run five laps around the track. Lucas came too, and he was punished to run ten laps. I protested, asking why our punishments were different. Coach Lee looked at me somewhat contemptuously and said: “You’re a girl, can you run?” I hated that contemptuous look the most. “I can!” “Then you run ten laps too!” I started running alone, and the other students on the field turned to look. Lucas followed shortly after. “Hey desk mate, don’t push yourself too hard,” he said with a slightly teasing smile. I ignored him. One lap, two laps… five laps… seven laps, nine laps… I gradually felt my breathing become irregular, my lungs about to burst. “Find the rhythm, ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta.” A voice sounded behind me. I glanced at him. How is this guy made! How can he run ten laps without even breaking a sweat! But his “ta-ta-ta” was very similar to my dance rhythm. I quickly regained control of my breathing rhythm. Ten laps completed successfully. Coach Lee was somewhat surprised by my performance and then announced that from now on, anyone who was late, regardless of gender, would run an extra five laps. Only then did I realize that originally, it was just five laps for everyone, and Lucas had to run ten laps simply because he was a sports scholarship student. Great, now I’d be even less welcome. But unexpectedly, when I returned to the classroom, some girls came over to talk to me, expressing their admiration for my angry ten-lap run. Because Coach Lee had always looked down on girls. One of them handed me a bottle of strawberry milk. But it was snatched away by a large hand. “Thanks, class rep!” Lucas said. “Lucas, you’re asking for it! It’s not for you!” the girl snapped. “Huh?” “It’s for your desk mate!” “Oh!” Lucas looked at the half-drunk milk and said to me: “I’ll treat you next time!” The girl rolled her eyes at him and smiled at me, saying: “I’m Emma.” “I’m Sophia.” Just as Emma and I were hitting it off, an affected voice chimed in: “I’m Lucas.” Emma, unable to stand it anymore, jumped up to hit Lucas. They played around behind me, but I felt a happiness I had never experienced before. I was finally no longer alone.
Afterwards, just like the beginning of many cliché romance novels. Lucas and I fell in love. He accompanied me in the dance studio at dawn, and I accompanied him in the swimming pool during training. We promised each other that one would become the world’s best ballet dancer, bringing glory to our country, while the other would become the best gold medalist, participating in the Olympics and winning honor for the nation. But we didn’t develop towards a happy ending like in romantic stories. At eighteen, Lucas got into a car accident on his way to watch my CHD Ballet Championship. His right leg was severely fractured, making it difficult even to walk again, let alone swim. Yet I shone brightly in that competition, securing an early admission to the Royal Ballet School in London. But I ultimately gave up the chance to go to London. Because at eighteen, Lucas, lying in his hospital bed, proposed to me with a ring made from a chocolate wrapper. Isn’t love supposed to be about never leaving each other? At eighteen, that’s what I thought. At twenty-eight, I sat by the hospital bed, looking at Lucas’s face. He hadn’t changed much from when he was eighteen. The only change was that his heart no longer loved me. I was a bit afraid of him waking up.
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