Adieu To My Miserable Romance

Chapter 1

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When I started my freshman year, my dream guy confessed to me.

Liam publicly handed me a bouquet of roses in front of the entire class, making a grand gesture of love.

Overwhelmed with emotion, I burst into tears and grabbed the microphone, responding incoherently:

"Liam, I like you too. I've liked you since the first time I saw you in high school..."

He smirked and said disdainfully:

"It was just a game of truth or dare, sorry!"

I became the laughingstock of the school.

After that, I focused entirely on my future and put Liam out of my mind.

Success and applause followed.

But then, he cornered me against a wall, looking sorrowful, and begged me to give him another chance.

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In the fourth year of my secret crush on Liam, he confessed to me.

The moment I walked into the classroom, the lights went out.

Candles arranged in a heart shape lit up the floor.

In the candlelight, Liam knelt on one knee, holding a bouquet of red roses, his expression solemn and serious:

"Sharon, will you be my girlfriend?"

Although the setup and flowers were quite tacky and not to my taste, it was Liam!

The Liam I had secretly loved throughout high school, the one I worked hard to get into the same university with!

My hands trembled as I took the flowers.

"I will!"

My youthful crush had a perfect ending.

I felt truly blessed.

I cried uncontrollably, grabbing the microphone to tell him, to tell everyone:

"Liam, I like you too. I've had a crush on you all through high school..."

Amidst the cheers, I expressed my hidden love to the fullest.

The classmates, hearing this, thought it was a perfect campus romance.

The noise grew louder and louder.

"Kiss, kiss!"

I nervously clenched my hands.

I closed my eyes, waiting for his kiss that never came.

My heart was already racing.

I opened my eyes, confused to see his face so close yet not moving closer.

The next second, he abruptly stepped back, putting distance between us, and casually apologized:

"Sorry, Sharon, it was just a game of truth or dare."

Then he raised his eyebrows in Milly's direction:

"I won, a bet's a bet, you owe me a meal."

The atmosphere in the class instantly froze.

No one expected this grand confession to be a farce.

In an instant, I couldn't tell if the looks from others were of sympathy or amusement.

I felt a cold chill run through my veins, my body stiff, unable to move.

I was just a clown in his game, feeling humiliated, awkward, hurt, and resentful, all these emotions surged like a tide, pressing on my chest.

I didn't dare to look up, the courage I had just gathered now felt like a dagger to my heart, leaving me riddled with wounds.

Milly walked over with a smile:

"Sharon, it was just a game of truth or dare, you can't take it seriously!"

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My roommate Lorna, with her fiery temper, rolled up her sleeves, ready to fight them:

"Damn it, you two teamed up to bully Sharon, do you think you can mess with our dorm?"

"Liam, you're just a jerk, and Milly, you two are a perfect match, a bitch and jerk."

Liam angrily threw the flowers to the ground, feeling humiliated, pointing at me and glaring at Lorna:

"Look at her, do you think she's good enough for me?"

"She didn't say anything, who are you to point fingers?"

"Mind your own business!"

Milly and Liam were both my high school classmates.

Milly was an art student, and Liam was an athlete.

A perfect-looking couple.

Unlike their flamboyant youth, my high school years were dull and unremarkable.

Wearing black-framed glasses, diligently solving math problems.

Now, having mustered the courage to offer my heart, only to have it crushed and ridiculed.

The small flame of hope in my heart was instantly extinguished.

Loving someone can last a long time, but falling out of love happens in an instant.

I slowly raised my head, staring at him with determination:

"Liam, apologize to me!"

Even my roommate of just a month stood up for me; if I remained weak, I would be betraying my friends.

I had never been so resolute,

Liam looked at me in disbelief, as if he hadn't expected me to be so serious.

But he did nothing.

The atmosphere remained tense.

Milly noticed the strange looks from the classmates directed at her and Liam.

This was the beginning of our freshman year, and she didn't want to leave a bad impression, so she quickly took the blame to smooth things over:

"Sharon, I'm sorry. If you're angry, be angry at me. It was my idea for Liam to play truth or dare."

"We've known each other for so many years, you can't take this joke seriously."

Her words implied that I was petty, unable to take a joke, and not a team player.

Liam walked over to comfort her, saying I couldn't take a joke:

"Damn, if I knew she would take it so seriously, I wouldn't have involved her."

She and Liam stood side by side, looking at me as if I were a fool, their indifferent expressions telling me, we've apologized, what more do you want?

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