Chapter 7
Chapter B
The parade floats and costumed characters hard forth with energy, and the lead to muta
its grand entrance.
Two staff members gestured to Vincent, inviting him to you and lead dah ke breed-
cent hesitated, but Alina had already linked her arm with his and amygad sa
invitation card from the staff
He glanced awkwardly at me, but the two were quickly where unto the butt
Alina waved and made heart gestures at the crond, her exement delik
The onlookers assumed they were a couple, and when Chip and tele natoa Kering made fasing gesture, the crowd started chanting, “Kiss! Kiss!”
Caught off guard, Vincent looked at Alina, who pouted playfully, orging home to lean in
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Vincent questioned her, “Meeting someone from the internet? What if he turns out to be a scammer? Aren’t you worried about the danger?”
His concerned tone made Alina smile radiantly.
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hat’s why you’re here, right?” she replied. “I’ve thought it all through–since you and Kaylee are also going to Disneyland, we can all hang out together as a group.”
She turned to look at me in the backseat with a sweet smile.
“Kaylee, my chats with Vincent are always casual. Don’t take what I said at the pool to
heart.”
Her smile carried hidden meaning, and Vincent, looking concerned, asked, “What did
say to Kaylee?”
Alina playfully stuck out her tongue. “It’s a secret between us girls.”
The car fell into silence, and Vincent didn’t press further, focusing on driving.
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At Disneyland’s entrance, the three of us lined up to enter. Soon after, Alina went off on her own to meet her online date.
Vincent and I queued for the Tron Lightcycle ride, though he seemed distracted, constantly glancing back in Alina’s direction. After fifteen minutes, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Kaylee, wait here in line. I’ll go check on her and see if she’s met her date yet.”
Then, as if to justify himself, he added, “She’s a girl–I’m just worried about her safety.”
I had expected this reaction.
Gripping my phone, I tried to keep calm.
“Alright, go ahead.”
On the way here, I’d already anticipated this.
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It was just a pity that my farewell plans wouldn’t end the way I’d envisioned.
After Vincent left. I stayed in line by myself. By the time I reached the front, he still hadn’t.
returned.
Seeing my two–person ticket, a staff member couldn’t help but ask, “This is a couple’s seat. Where’s your boyfriend?”
I laughed bitterly to myself. My boyfriend was busy with another girl.
No, Vincent was no longer my boyfriend.
From the moment I saw those messages, and from the repeated times he left me behind as an afterthought, he had declared his departure from our relationship.
I smiled faintly at the staff member, showing no emotion.
“I’m here alone.”
I took my seat on the Lightcycle. Couples surrounded me, with an empty seat beside me.
As the ride began, a girl in front of me gripped her boyfriend’s hand tightly. “I’m scared,”
she said.
The boy reassured her gently, “Don’t worry, hold onto the handlebars–I’m right here with
you.”
Once, Vincent was like that too, always gentle and patient.
He used to say, “Don’t worry, I’ll be here to hold up the sky if it falls.”
But now, all that warmth and protectiveness was given to someone else.
The ride sped up, and the intense ups and downs felt like I was being carried away by the
wind.
As screams surrounded me, I closed my eyes, gripping the handlebars tightly.
When it finally ended, my legs were weak, my mind blank, and my heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest.
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Around me, boyfriends helped their girlfriends to their feet, but I could only lean against the wall to catch my breath.
Just as I’d regained my composure, Vincent returned, a little too late.
“Kaylee, I’m back! Let’s get in line for a ride together!”
Pale, I shook my head. “No need–1 just finished the ride.”
Vincent looked taken aback. “Didn’t I ask you to wait for me?”
Ignoring the irritation in his voice, I lowered my gaze to hide my sadness. “Rules of the ride–there’s no waiting for anyone.”
Just like our love, it was long past time.
Vincent sighed, relenting. “Fine, let’s go somewhere else.”
During the parade, we were squeezed to the front of the crowd at Toy Story Castle on Mickey Avenue.
“Vincent! What a coincidence–you’re here too!” Alina’s voice rang out as she squeezed through the crowd to join him.
Vincent noticed her alone and asked, “Still by yourself? What about the guy you were meeting?”
Alina sighed. “He stood me up. Guys online are just unreliable–not like you,
Vincent.”
Relief flickered across Vincent’s face. “Next time, don’t meet people from the internet. Just hang with us today–it’ll be safer that way.”
“Alright!” Alina agreed, flashing him a playful smile. “I knew you cared about me the most.”
I stood silently to the side, saying nothing.
At that moment, the music swelled, and the red–and–black gates behind us opened.
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kissed her.
They held the kiss as long as the cheers lasted.
The sight felt like a knife, slicing through my heart over and over, each cut deeper and bloodier than the last.
Standing there, I felt like the world’s biggest fool
I turned and stumbled out of the crowd, away from the parade.
After four years together, Vincent and I had planned to celebrate every anniversary at
Disneyland.
Now that we were finally here, it was nothing but disgrace and heartbreak
The intense pain felt like it was ripping through my chest, and I could barely walk steadily.
I pressed my hand over my heart, trying to calm the suffocating ache.
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Don’tery. Not here, not at Disneyland.
Today, I was going to be my own princess.
I wandered around the park, taking in the sights as if bidding farewell to my youth.
Four years–just 1,460 days.
After walking 14,600 steps through the castle, I forced myself to let go of that dead love.
Then, I left the park and found a café to sit and rest.
By 8:30 p.m., Vincent still hadn’t called.
But Alina had posted a new update:
“Disney’s fireworks are so romantic, and my boyfriend’s kiss is so gentle.”
The post included two photos: one of her kissing Vincent on the float and another of them forming a heart under the fireworks.
Was this an official announcement?
I laughed softly, my voice hoarse, though tears pricked at my eyes.
It didn’t matter. In a few days, I would leave this man I had loved with all my heart.
At that moment, my phone rang. It was a message from my mother.
“Kaylee, I’ve arranged everything. We bought you a house where you’ll see the harbor every morning and breathe the freshest air in Italy.”
“Your dad even bought a Feadship yacht as a gift for you.”
“From now on, we’ll give you all the love we missed out on for the past twenty years.”
Reading her words, I felt my nose sting. “Thank you, Mom and Dad.”
I wasn’t unloved. I wasn’t unwanted.
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