Three hours before the college application deadline, I got a video call from my boyfriend claiming to be five years in the future.

His eyes were bloodshot, his voice shaking.

“Joy Simmons, change your application back to Riverside City right now. The plane you take to your school orientation crashes. You'll die!”

“Just listen to me this once. Stay in Riverside City. I'll protect you for the rest of our lives!”

I didn't think twice. I changed my application right before the cutoff.

The second I submitted it, shrill laughter erupted from the other side of the video call.

Andrew Curry's childhood sweetheart was clapping her hands.

“So stupid. She actually believed the time-travel thing. And this is the brain that got into an Ivy League school? I'm dying.”

Watching the color drain from my face, Andrew raised an eyebrow.

“Come on, it was just a joke. Is it really that serious? What's wrong with going to a state school in Riverside City? Would you rather do long-distance just to prove a point?”

“You're an orphan. You'd get eaten alive in the capital. Vivienne was looking out for you. This should prove there's nothing between her and me, right?”

I hung up, numb. My hand tightened around the mouse, and I opened another browser tab.

The page read clearly：

【Confirmed Admissions List: Guaranteed Scholarship Recipients, England——】

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When I found Andrew, Vivienne Forbes was lounging in a private room with a soda in her hand, laughing in that sly, knowing way of hers.

“Don't let Joy fool you. She looks furious about losing her Ivy League spot, but deep down she's relieved she doesn't have to go.”

A few of them glanced at Andrew's face,

still remembering freshman year, when someone had called me an orphan and Andrew knocked out three of his teeth for it.

But right now, Andrew's expression was blank.

Vivienne kept going.

“Joy can't even buy her own pads without Andrew's money. She's an orphan. What other shot does she have at climbing the ladder besides marrying rich?”

I kept waiting for Andrew to say something. Anything.

After all, he was the one who waited for me at the back door of the cafeteria every night after my shift so we could walk home together.

But today, he said nothing.

Someone snickered.

“So that lace bikini under her desk during study hall was actually hers, huh? And people in class believed her when she said Vivienne planted it.”

Vivienne pouted and leaned against Andrew.

“How could that have been me? Andrew, you believe me, right?”

“Oh, and you just lost the bet, so you owe me a kiss!”

Everyone cracked open their drinks and started cheering them on.

That was the moment I pushed the door open.

A bucket mounted above the doorframe tilted, and ice water crashed down over my head.

Shards of ice cut into my scalp. Cold water ran down my face, streaked pink with blood.

Vivienne's laughter was piercing.

“Told you Joy would come running to Andrew. I win again!”

“Kiss her! Kiss her!”

“Andrew, you lucky dog!”

I wiped the water from my face. My voice came out trembling, my whole body shaking from the cold.

“The jade pendant I gave you. I want it back.”

My mother's jade pendant.

It was so small, so plain, it couldn't even cover the bite mark beneath Andrew's collar.

And he no longer deserved to wear it.

Andrew stared at me in disbelief.

“Vivienne and I were just playing a game. Are you trying to make me look like a sore loser in front of everyone?!”

He really did love games.

Tricking me into ruining my college application with Vivienne was a game.

Kissing her without a care in the world was a game.

Letting her rip up every page of my study notes and flush them down the toilet before the review session was a game.

But I couldn't afford to play anymore.

I swallowed the wave of bitterness rising in my throat.

“Give it back.”

Vivienne scoffed, pulled out a small knife, and sliced the cord around Andrew's neck.

“You think Andrew actually cares about this cheap piece of junk?!”

The jade pendant traced an arc through the air and dropped into a trash can full of filth.

Vivienne laughed.

“You want it? Go fish it out.”

I glanced at her, then picked up the coat she'd draped over a chair and plunged it into the trash can——

Vivienne shrieked.

“That's my coat!”

I acted as if I couldn't hear her, using a clean section of the fabric to wipe the grime off the pendant.

Only after every trace of filth was gone did I turn to Andrew.

“We're done.”

Andrew let out a low laugh, not believing a word of it.

“Joy, threatening to break up every time we fight is getting really old.”

As he spoke, he shrugged off his own coat and draped it over Vivienne's shoulders.

“Wear mine for now.”

“I don't want it!” Vivienne yanked it off and threw it on the floor, grinding it under her heel.

I stared at that coat, a hollow ache spreading through my chest.

I'd worked part-time jobs for a full year to save up enough to buy it for him.

It wasn't worth as much as the cheapest thing hanging in Andrew's closet.

But when he'd unwrapped it, his eyes had gone red with emotion.

He'd said he couldn't bear to wear it, that even if it fell apart someday he'd keep it forever.

Well. Andrew would never have to worry about storing that cheap coat again.

Just like this, trampled underfoot along with everything I'd ever felt for him.

That worked out just fine.

On my way out of the private room I could still hear Vivienne throwing a tantrum,

and Andrew coaxing her without a shred of dignity.

The June wind cut strangely cold against my skin.

I went back to the apartment I shared with Andrew.

Shared was generous. He'd paid for everything when we first moved in.

Later, after I'd saved up enough from part-time work, I tried to give him my half, but he wouldn't take it.

I transferred every cent to his account now, labeled it rent.

For once, Andrew replied instantly.

【What's that supposed to mean? You trying to cut me out of your life?】

【Vivienne's been spoiled, she's got a temper. Don't take it personally.】

【I already sent the coat you gave me to get cleaned. I'm not throwing it away.】

【Joy, so what if you stay in Riverside City? I'll be right here with you.】

He still didn't understand.

He had no idea what his lie had done to me.

I could never again trust that boy who used to climb the orphanage wall just to sneak me out to play.

The glass marbles Andrew had tossed to me when we were kids,

the cicada he'd folded from a leaf,

the three lines of poetry he'd written during calligraphy practice,

I poured every last one of them out of the tin box and cinched the garbage bag shut.

I was dragging my suitcase downstairs to toss the bag when

Andrew came back.

He hurled his suitcase to the ground so hard the shell cracked open, though there was barely anything inside.

He was breathing hard when he turned on me.

“You're breaking up with me, moving out, and you don't even want to stay in Riverside City. Is this about the owner of that coffee shop where you work Sundays?”

Andrew didn't wait for an answer.

“Vivienne told me everything. She saw you laughing and chatting with that manager, and now he's moving up north, so you're just going to follow him……”

“Do you fall for anyone who's nice to you? Joy, are you really that desperate for love?”

I was almost numb.

The Andrew who'd cupped my face in his hands and sworn he would love me with everything he had. Where did that person go?

Why did everything change the moment Vivienne came back from overseas for high school?

My phone buzzed. An anonymous text.

【You want to break up with Andrew, right? Let me give you a hand.】

Andrew saw the screen light up and assumed I was texting someone else. His face went white with rage.

“I'm standing right here and you're already flirting with someone else? Have you no shame?!”

I couldn't hold back the bitter fury any longer.

“You're calling me shameless? Like you and Vivienne have any room to talk?!”

Andrew swung his hand at me, and I flinched, eyes shutting on instinct.

But the slap froze inches from my face. Not a hair closer.

Cold fury spread through his gaze.

“I never realized your mind was this filthy.”

I said nothing.

I just bent down, gathered my luggage, and didn't look at him again.

Clutching the overstuffed suitcase that wouldn't latch, I made the long walk back to Graceheart Orphanage.

Beds were tight, but when Director Harris heard I only needed a few days, she nodded and let me stay.

The next day, the water and electricity cut out without warning. Director Harris came to find me, sighing heavily.

“Joy, sweetheart, you know how tight funds have been. We barely have room as it is, and you're grown now. It'd really be better if you found somewhere else.”

I wanted to offer my part-time earnings to rent a room and cover a few months of utilities for everyone.

I went to talk it over with Director Harris, but I heard her on the phone before I could knock.

“Please, don't let the Curry family pull their funding yet. I've already told the girl to move out. Yes, within three days, I promise!”

“Mr. Curry can't possibly be short on cash for a yacht. Could you talk to him one more time……”

My fingers went white around the doorframe. Then, slowly, I let go.

It wasn't long before Andrew posted on Instagram.

The photo was a selfie angled at the fresh tattoo just below his collarbone, the skin still flushed red around it.

Vivienne's initials.

His caption read:

【Happy birthday Princess Vivienne! Didn't know what to get you so I bought a yacht. Anyone free tonight, come to the west-side marina.】

One of the comments said:

“Damn, Andrew finally ditched the charity case? About time! Congrats bro!”

Andrew replied ‘yep’ right as my thumb hit the like button.

At the same time, a video call from Andrew came through in my DMs.

His features were as sharp and handsome as ever.

But his tone was stiff, almost defensive.

“Today's Vivienne's birthday. I only got the tattoo because I couldn't think of a gift. It doesn't mean anything.”

I stared at the streamers glinting in the background behind him and murmured ‘mm’.

“And that comment I replied to, I was just mad about yesterday……”

Andrew cleared his throat.

“Why is it so dark where you are? I can barely see your face.”

When he was eight, Andrew used to crouch by the small hole in the orphanage's back wall and peer through it,

asking me:

“How come it's so dark in there? I can't even see your face.”

Back then I'd answered in a tiny, timid voice:

“We can't afford the electric bill. We have to save power.”

Little Andrew had blinked, then broken into a grin.

“Then I'll do a magic trick for you. Ten minutes and there'll be light in there!”

Ten minutes later, every light in the orphanage blazed on, and I could just make out Director Harris weeping with relief：‘We got funding.’

I hadn't known what funding meant then. I only knew that when Andrew said there would be light, there was.

I also knew this boy who climbed the wall to play with me,

who stepped in front of the rocks other kids threw at me,

who still grinned at me with those bright, crescent-moon eyes even as blood ran down his brow, was different from anyone else.

I hadn't spoken in a long time. Andrew broke the silence first.

“Vivienne said there might've been a misunderstanding and she wants to apologize. She's really just spoiled, Joy. She doesn't mean any harm.”

I had fought so hard to test out of Riverside City, to claw my way up high enough to stand beside Andrew.

And one careless stunt from Vivienne had sent me crashing back down.

That was "no harm."

I drew a long breath and swallowed the bitterness whole.

“Are you done? Then I'm hanging up.”

I ended the call before he could answer.

Outside the window, fireworks burst in huge blooms across the sky. Every kid in the orphanage pressed against the glass to watch.

When the final volley rose, the sparks converged into the shape of Vivienne's face.

Vivienne sent me a selfie moments later. Her and Andrew, standing together on the deck of the yacht.