It was tearing me apart to see a friend I once thought would be by my side for life slowly pulling away. Liam, why? I couldn't understand it. But I decided enough was enough when I overheard them talking about going on holiday for Mei's birthday before her flight to Beijing.
I left. This wasn't some perfect fairytale where everything fell into place. I wasn't going to leave a note, hoping someone would care enough to look for me.
I went to bed that night, and by morning, I was on the first train out. I headed to a small town on the outskirts of Shanghai called Xuhui—a place that delighted the eyes, known for its vibrant culture and diverse historical landmarks.
I booked into a small hut. It wasn't anything special—no luxury, but far from a dump. It felt like home, a simpler time when I didn't care about clothes, big houses, or expensive things.
I still hoped to see Mei one day on the big stage, maybe as her friend. But no, just a fan—like the hundreds of thousands I knew would be cheering for her. Yeah, just a fan. That's all I knew I'd be.