Originally, she thought she didn't care anymore.
Originally, she thought she could remain detached and indifferent.
Originally, she thought it didn't matter if he was with someone else, it didn't matter if he didn't like her, it didn't matter if they weren't together, or even if they never met or spoke again or forgot each other.
At this moment, she realized, it wasn't like that.
Everything about him mattered to her.
She didn't want to see him doing poorly, didn't want him to be hurt or die, and disappear from her sight.
She also didn't want to truly never meet again, never speak again.
Even less so to forget.
It turned out she was so anxious about him, it turned out she liked him so much, it turned out she didn't want to leave, didn't want to forget, didn't want to become strangers at all.
But luckily, knowing now is not too late.
But luckily, he's still here, and regretting now is not too late.
