Michelle's face flushed bright red, her eyes blazing with fury."Cyrus! How can you be so disgusting?! I invited you here tonight so you two could patch things up, and you have the nerve to throw a tantrum? Who do you think you are?"I gave her a calm, dismissive glance, let out a cold laugh, and walked away.On my way home, I got a message from Rick—a photo. Michelle was leaning against him, her eyes slightly red, like she'd just been crying.[Not to be that guy, man, but you seriously need to chill out. She's a good woman. If you won't appreciate her, someone else will.]I thought for a moment, then typed back: [Yeah. Wish you both the best.]When I got home, I opened a bottle of whiskey and sat by the window, staring at the moonlight. My mind drifted back to the past once again.After that camping trip, I started slowly getting closer to Michelle. She was funny, outgoing, and full of life—not just energetic, but genuinely warm to everyone around her. Over time, we hit it off
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