Chapter 6
On the day they were set to leave, Edward handed me a woven grasshopper.
Back in the days when we still got along, he used to cheer me up with these whenever I was upset.
I had collected a whole box of them -like little treasures.
But now, I didn’t reach out to take it.
Edward chuckled lightly. “We’re leaving today. Still mad at me?”
In the past, I was always upset over Amelia.
He’d have long chats with her, and when I asked about it, he’d always say, “You wouldn’t understand.”
I argued, “Then you could teach me!”
But Edward never did.
“I already teach enough at school. Do I have to keep working when I get home?”
So I scrimped and saved to buy one of the books they liked to talk about – In Search of Lost Time by Proust.
But after three pages, I was already nodding off.
I just didn’t understand why they liked reading things like that.
Edward laughed, tousled my hair, and handed me a grasshopper. “Here. Go play.”
Like I was a child.
Back then, I thought that was love.
But years later, I finally realized – it wasn’t.
Because he didn’t love me,
He wasn’t willing to put in the effort.
It took only one minute to weave a grasshopper.
But teaching me to read a book? That would’ve taken days.
Later, I read a lot of books on my own.
And it turns out… they weren’t that hard.
So in this life, I won’t care for his grasshoppers anymore.
If I want to learn something, I’ll learn it myself.
Seeing that I still didn’t reach for it, Edward looked a bit surprised.
Just then, the car horn blared outside.
The Kensington family had arrived.
Edward sighed, “Then give me.”
