In my dream, Jarvis and I were back in high school.

He tried to come closer and kiss me, but I backed away.

His face looked a bit unnatural and hurt as he asked, “Evie, why are you avoiding me?”

I looked at him with teary eyes and shook my head. “Jarvis, I don’t want you anymore.”

Jarvis seemed shattered. While seeing my tears, he still gently wiped them away.

Afraid I might refuse his affection, he took out a tissue and softly wiped my tear-streaked cheeks.

His smile remained unchanged. “Evie, then go.”

His eyes were red as he bowed his head, choking back tears.

“But don’t go too...