The Night I Let Our Stars Fall

On the first night of our graduation trip, Richard Clark, the class representative, suggests that we find our match via room numbers.

"Let your luck decide your fate! You'll get to stay in the same room with your partner regardless of gender! How exciting is this?"

Throughout my four-year college life, I've been in an underground relationship with Faye Lister for three years. No one knows about our relationship at all.

I dig out a ball from the box and wait for my turn to get matched.

When it's Faye's turn, she claims that her number is seven. That's when Richard raises his voice.

"The other person who gets Room 7 is… Xavier Jensen!"

Xavier, the guy whom Faye had once pursued in a grand fashion, shoots her a smile immediately.

Everyone cheers on them, claiming that even God wants them to be together. I'm the only one who doesn't say anything.

No one knows that I've heard Richard and Faye having a secretive conversation before the start of the game.

"Find the ball with a circular bump. That's the mark I've specifically left for you and Xavier."

As I watch Faye approach Xavier and arrange his collar with scarlet cheeks, I find myself smiling as well.

It turns out that I've wasted three years waiting for Faye to announce our relationship.

This time, I decide to be the one leaving this relationship.

Caleb's Point-of-View

Richard Clark, the class representative, hadn't even finished assigning the rooms, yet the atmosphere had already become electric.

Richard handed out red wristbands while loudly reminding everyone, saying, "You're paired up as long as you have matching numbers! You're grouped together for this three-day, two-night trip based on your wristband color. You're not allowed to go off on your own!"

There was a chorus of whistles sounding through the crowd, with a few young women deliberately teasing Faye Lister with meaningful glances.

Xavier Jensen still wore a smile as he fastened the wristband and casually took Faye's bag. Faye blushed even harder and hid behind him with her small frame. Xavier smoothly removed his coat and placed it over her shoulders before addressing the crowd. "Oh, enough messing around. Faye gets shy easily."

"Oh, my! Xavier is being so protective already! You guys better watch out. If you make Faye unhappy, Xavier will come after us!"

In that instant, the crowd's teasing quickly swelled into a collective clamor.

I was standing away from everyone else, clutching a ball in one hand and lugging a heavy suitcase in the other.

Faye shoved her belongings into my suitcase before we left for this trip, saying, "You'll be the one carrying my bags when we get there anyway, and you wouldn't be able to manage an extra suitcase of your own."

She then pointed at my newly bought coat and asked, "What about that one? I heard the nights are cold there, so that can be mine to wear."

In the three years we had been together, Faye