“I'm so stupid. Why am I still thinking about father-daughter relations? It's not like they don't have daughters.” As I scolded myself for being an idiot, I walked to the park opposite and sat down.
When I was a kid, I used to go there a lot since Dad and Mom always brought me to play on the swings. Every time I said I wanted to go higher, Dad would pretend to be angry as he said, “Any higher and you're going to fall. Be good, Eve.”
Then, when the swing was at its highest point, I would smile and reply, “But I'm not scared. If I fall, Daddy will catch me, right?”
“Of course, Daddy and Mommy will protect you forever, our little princess.”
However, the more beautiful the memory was, the harsher the reality. I sat amongst the flowers with my head on my knees, feeling a little upset. Although I no longer felt heart-piercing sadness, as someone who had been hurt a lot, I still felt pain. At most, the feeling of pain was no longer as strong as before.
I then took out my phone and clicked on Christopher's contact. He should be in Coldbridge at that moment. Not knowing whether the call would bother him, I soon hung up after dialing his number. I'd better not bother him. After all, if a woman was too clingy, the man would get annoyed over time. Both parties had to have some personal space.