My deskmate is gay

【goodbye. 】

It was originally just a profit transaction, but unexpectedly, I met you.

Maybe it's a time when you clenched your fists and held back the tears.Maybe it's your sudden flash of smile, which is amazing.

The first time I saw you was at the club's discussion meeting. You kept flipping through the materials in front of you, with indifference in the corners of your eyes, as if everything around you was excluded by you.

I am a psychologist. At first, I was only interested in cases like yours, or because of my own career challenges, but gradually, you seem to have slowly changed.

But, not because of me.

He is another sunny and lively person who doesn't seem to match you at all.This was my first thought at the time, maybe I was too dull, and I didn't feel keenly that I seemed to like you a little bit.

Not the kind that treats patients, but the kind that treats lovers.

For him, you started to ask me for help, so I also borrowed this identity to run with you every morning in college, chat with you in my free time, and give you counseling.Staring at your inexplicably serious side face, the beating of the heart has been accelerating.

Later, my employer, that is, your father, found out about you and that man, and asked me to be a pusher to create a rift between you.

In fact, at that time, I agreed to him without hesitation, and I clearly understood in my heart that it was not the temptation of interests, but that I wanted you to separate from him and have someone else take his place.

I hoped deeply in my heart that that person would be me.

But seeing your painful appearance, I began to regret it again. Relying on my professional intuition, I found it and told you what happened tactfully, but I didn’t tell you about my participation. I am getting more and more despicable, Just watching you hug and kiss in the sunset.

As time went by, you lived together, graduated, and I just stayed by your side silently, and even insisted on going to your publishing house to cooperate, just for you to have close contact with me. I don't understand, but I'm tired.

Seeing you getting more and more lively, I want to give up in an instant.

Forget it, since you can find a good one, I'm just being self-indulgent if I insist on going my own way.

The things for the magazine are almost ready. Just when I was about to expand the studio to other places, you found me and asked me to buy you a plane ticket.

I felt as if I was punched hard by someone. Could it be that you are going to leave with him in the end?But your fragile words made me just put the ticket on your table and leave slowly.

At the same time, I also know why you want to leave.

The reason for walking alone.

He has left you and even got married.

I couldn't help laughing, I didn't expect that we would end up like this in the end, even though I confessed, it was just in vain.

The next day, I was in the office looking at the clock on the wall, and the text message from you was on my phone.

"I won't be coming back, thank you, sorry."

Tears flowed down like this, not when you learned that you were with him, not after you learned that you were living together, but when you left, but said sorry.

You, you already knew what I wanted, but you couldn't fulfill it.

I should have understood my position a long time ago, shouldn't I?

The clock was still running, and the assistant knocked on my door and said that it was time to go to other places to inspect places.

I nodded.

Delete the text messages in the phone, and silently organize things.

At the same time, I whispered back to you in my heart.

Goodbye.