Ella stayed up that night trying to memorize Chun’s every detail.
His thin lips.
That soft skin.
She even memorized the exact spot of Chun’s mole on his face.
She’d run her hand over his chest to remember those hard, gorgeous, abs.
Every time when he stirred from her touch, she’d pretend to be asleep.
She didn’t want him to see her actions.
She didn’t want him to see her sadness.
She didn’t want him to see her leave.
---
Chun woke up with Ella’s side empty.
It was cold.
Signifying that she’s been gone for a while.
He hopped downstairs hoping to find the woman he made love to the night before.
“Ma, have you seen Ella?” Chun asked seeing his mother eating breakfast.
“Ella was here?” Mary asked.
Chun just turned back into his room.
He noticed the red spots on his bed sheets when he entered the room.
He knew he was hurting her last night.
But his wanting for the pleasure over took his guilt of hurting her.
He tried to search for a note from her.
Anything that would show her love for him.
But luck wasn’t on his side today.
His luck left with Ella five hours ago.
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“Eh? Chun? What are you doing here?” Li asked opening the door frantically after Chun repeatedly ranged the door bell.
“Is Ella here?” Chun asked catching his breath.
Li gave him a worried and confused look.
“Chun, Ella left for America a few hours ago. I tried convincing her to wait for you.” Chun’s heart sank. “she didn’t tell you?”
Chun shook his head. “She said she’ll tell you yesterday on the date. What happened? Did you get into fight with her again? She came home crying this morning you know.”
Chun didn’t say anything and rushed to the Cheng’s place.
Luckily, Pong was still there.
“Did Ella come here?” Chun asked urgently.
“She did. She asked me to pack her clothing’s last night. She said she was going to pick them up this morning. Mr. Wu is there something wrong?”
“Call me if when she comes back! You understand?!” Chun shouted at him.
Pong nodded quickly and Chun rushed away.
He was mad.
She left after a wonderful night.
And for the first time, he felt used.
He wondered if this was how Ella felt when he married her.
After all, it was never out of love, just use.
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“Ella?”
“We have some things to talk about, Jiro.” Ella said.
