On New Year's Eve, the year I turned twenty-two, brilliant fireworks dyed the entire night sky into a flowing river of stars.
Just as the clock struck midnight, in the midst of our friends' teasing, they suddenly took my hand. The light in their eyes shone brighter than the fireworks.
"Let's go abroad and get married," they said, their voice so soft it was nearly drowned out by the cheering, yet the words struck deep in my heart.
This was the choice they had made after a long struggle.
At twenty-two, I always thought I was rational enough. But in that moment, what I called rationality was nothing more than a disguise for cowardice.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I couldn't say yes, and I couldn't say no.
"You need to calm down." After thinking it over and over, I ended up giving the most pathetic response imaginable.
This was the choice I had made after a long struggle.
The night breeze carried the smell of gunpowder over our clasped hands. I could clearly feel their hand trembling slightly.
Some people aren't meant to be in love, but they are meant to miss each other, solemnly, in the bloom of youth.
They were always braver than I was.
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So teacher, what your last sentence means is that you regret it?