When Tristan publicly chose another girl, people waited for me to break.
But Id already seen the future
the version where loving him killed me.

So I went to the one man who mourned me for a lifetime.
Silas Yates.
Cold voice, steady hands, eyes burning when he thought I couldnt see.

Tonight, I wont be the girl chasing Tristan.
Ill be the girl hiding in Silass bed when Tristan walks in.

The day Tristan Reed confessed to the pretty transfer student, everyone thought I would break down and rush over to make a scene. But I didn't show up at all, even after the confession was over.

Tristan had no idea that at that moment, I was sitting on his roommate's bed, wearing his roommate's hoodie, asking in frustration:

"I got your bed all wet. How are you going to sleep tonight?"

Silas Yates averted his gaze, his Adam's apple bobbing as he handed me a towel.

"Go dry your hair. I'll change the sheets before you sleep."

The day Tristan Reed confessed to the pretty transfer student, everyone thought I would break down and rush over to make a scene. But I didn't show up at all, even after the confession was over.

Tristan had no idea that at that moment, I was sitting on his roommate's bed, wearing his roommate's hoodie, asking in frustration:

"I got your bed all wet. How are you going to sleep tonight?"

Silas Yates averted his gaze, his Adam's apple bobbing as he handed me a towel.

"Go dry your hair. I'll change the sheets before you sleep."

Tristan was going to confess to that pretty transfer student.

He had asked everyone to keep it a secret from me. But he didn't know that some gossips couldn't hold it in and had already told me.

Everyone knew I had a crush on Tristan and dreamed of marrying him someday.

This time, Tristan seemed to have fallen head over heels for that girl.

People thought I would throw a fit, cry and make a huge scene.

Everyone loves to watch this kind of drama unfold between men and women.

They were all waiting for me to lose it and rush over to cause chaos.

But unfortunately, even after Tristan successfully confessed, I still hadn't shown up.

The crowd of onlookers, three layers deep, started to lose interest.

Even Tristan's face didn't show much joy.

He put his arm around his new girlfriend and took out his phone.

There were no calls or messages.

Tristan frowned slightly.

Then he turned to the crowd and said, "I'm treating everyone tonight. You're all invited."

The onlooking classmates all cheered.

I had been standing behind some trees the whole time and only then walked out.

Someone with sharp eyes spotted me and immediately shouted, "It's Mia! Mia's here!"

"I knew it. How could Mia possibly stay away?"

Tristan suddenly looked up. The moment he saw me, the corners of his lips curved up almost imperceptibly.

I ignored all the people waiting to see some drama.

I walked straight up to Tristan.

"Mia."

Tristan held his new girlfriend tighter.

He looked at me and said flatly, "You can't force feelings."

"We've known each other for over ten years. I don't want to say anything too harsh and hurt our old friendship."

"From now on, I'll still treat you like a sister."

"If you need anything, you can still come to me."

Then he lowered his voice, "With so many people watching, don't make a scene. Go home."

"Tristan," I interrupted him and slowly took a step forward.

He frowned again, "Mia, be good."

I smiled and handed him the bracelet I had just taken off my wrist.

"I came to return this to you."


Seeing the bracelet, Tristan's face suddenly darkened. "Mia, what game are you playing now?"

"Take the bracelet back. I won't bother you anymore after this."

Tristan stared at me, his voice growing colder, "I don't care about this little bit of money."

"If you don't want it, just throw it away."

As soon as he finished speaking, I turned and threw the bracelet into a nearby trash can.

"You can throw away all the other things I gave you before too."

With that, I left without looking at him again.

By the time I reached the riverside, it was raining heavily.

Standing in the rain with an umbrella, I thought about the dreams I had in the past few days.

In the dream, because of Tristan confessing to Olivia, I cried and made a scene. To force him to break up, I jumped into the river that night.

But what was the result?

I almost lost my life.

Tristan only stayed at the hospital for five minutes before leaving resolutely.

The White family who had fostered me thought I was embarrassing them by attempting suicide.

And because of Tristan's attitude, they felt I was no longer of any use to them.

They forced me to drop out of school and sent me back to my birth parents, who were involved in all kinds of vices.

In the end, my life spiraled downward, and I died miserably in a foreign country.

After I died, the person who collected my incomplete remains turned out to be the one I had always feared and kept at a distance.

And Tristan, newlywed and in high spirits, never showed up.

These days, the events in my dreams came true one by one.

If it weren't for these dreams, I would have been frantically calling Tristan by now.

Then I would have threatened to kill myself and jumped into the river.

I'm very grateful for this dream. It made me feel like I was reborn.

I can change my predetermined tragic fate bit by bit.