The Sweet Illusion

A naturally proud Aquarius, she became so humble in the face of love, all stemming from a 45-degree illusion.

She and he had a height difference of 15 centimeters. When standing next to him, this turned into an upward gaze at a 45-degree angle. Those bright, smiling eyes and the arms wrapped around her waist, offering warmth and firmness, tamed her heart in an instant.

Actually, she was quite an excellent girl. She maintained above-average grades and even had the ability to take first place in some subjects. So, there was no need to feel so inferior in front of him, right?

At the age of twenty-something, one shouldn’t easily let a blushing face betray inner feelings of spring. But why did she become a clumsy daisy, so naive and awkward, in front of him?

Yet, she still denied it with words contrary to her heart. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of her timid gaze at the corner of her eye. He grew even more pleased, his slender smiling eyes, much like his calm demeanor, covered her with a slow, deep kiss, holding her tighter.

She thought love was just like this. Until one day, she realized that in his heart, there was a more charming, nearly perfect shadow threatening her territory from the dark. That shadow was so dazzling that it threw her off balance, causing her heart to race with unprecedented panic and restless nights for several weeks.

She decided to be brave for love, to transform into a swan. But she didn’t realize that different species have different flying abilities.

Her “swan” ultimately turned into a “moth.” Given wings, she flew straight into the fire. No one could stop her; everyone saw her meticulously adorned wings turn to ash in the blue flames, dissolving with the love she thought she had.

“Let’s break up,” she told him. His startled expression quickly turned into tacit agreement. They broke up, and with that, everything from the past was supposed to be over, right?

Yet, he was someone who “cherished the past,” insisting on remaining friends. And she? She couldn’t let go. She mistakenly thought his lingering affection and reluctance were real. So, she kept the relationship going, dragging it on indefinitely.

But new people always come, and the old must make room. A few phone calls from good friends revealed that he and the new girl had been together for a while. Everyone had kept it from her. It turned out she was just too foolish. That was all.

A surge of anger overwhelmed her, and she rushed to the bathroom to vomit, throwing up until her face turned pale, until she couldn’t stand. In the basin, there was a dark red lotus flower. Even she was shocked. It turned out she had used up 22 years of her heart for this man.

Repeated vomiting sapped most of her energy. Her previously plump figure became unrecognizable in just a few days.

A friend who ran into her on the street grabbed her immediately, “How did you become like this? It’s scary.” Scolding and questioning her at the same time.

She smiled but didn’t answer. She knew why she was so angry and tangled up but was afraid of being laughed at. She immersed herself more seriously in books and work. She had no friends, and even if she did, she wouldn’t tell them about it. She didn’t want sympathy or pity. Besides, she feared those eyes of disdain or ridicule.

He occasionally sent text messages, which she deleted without responding. By then, she fully understood. Those seemingly caring and warm words were just a man’s hidden selfishness.

She wasn’t short of admirers, but she neither accepted nor rejected them, looking on indifferently. Those who couldn’t wait moved on. She wasn’t an outstanding beauty, nor did she have a gentle personality, and she carried a sense of pride. Marrying her would require effort to win her over. Her cold demeanor couldn’t be warmed in a short time, so gradually, they all drifted away.

It was the boy who grew up with her who stayed, always following her patiently. He said she was just tired of the craziness and needed a rest. He said she was too young and still needed to grow up. He said she was a child who needed to be loved and cared for.

She knew he was good to her, but there was always something missing between them. Perhaps it was just that 15 centimeters of looking up.

A friend took her out to play, parked the car, and took pictures of her alone. “Hey, girl, look here, look here, don’t smile so stiffly, turn your face a bit! 45 degrees. The best angle, see? See? Even eyes can have illusions. 45 degrees, it looks beautiful.”

With a “crack,” she heard something in her heart suddenly break.

She stood there in a daze for a long time, unable to hold back her tears.

It turned out that the romantic memories, the sweet and painful 45-degree angle, were nothing but an illusion that only looked beautiful.

Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “