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The next day, Charles called to invite me to dinner, but I declined.
"I want to see you," he said.
"I don't want to see you," I replied bluntly.
"Why?" he asked, surprised.
"I don't like you," I admitted.
"What did you say?" he exclaimed in shock.
"I said, I don't like you," I repeated.
There was a long silence on the other end before he spoke again: "Are you in trouble?"
"No," I said.
"Then why..."
"I just don't like you," I interrupted him, "do you understand?"
"I don't understand," he growled softly.
"Then I'm hanging up," I said before ending the call.
I didn't want to say another word to him.
I hated him.
I hated his arrogant attitude.
Who did he think he was?
Could he control me?
Could he decide who I liked?
He didn't deserve that power.
I continued with my life and went to the shooting range to practice.
I liked handguns and the feeling of pulling the trigger.
I enjoyed the moment the bullet was fired, the sound and sensation that made me forget all my worries.
When I shot, I focused solely on the target, thinking of nothing else.
I aimed at the bullseye and fired!
The bullet flew out and hit the target perfectly.
"You are amazing!" applause came from beside me.
I turned my head and saw Charles.
"Why are you here?" I frowned.
"I'm here to find you," he smiled.
"I don't need you to find me," I said coldly.
"Why are you angry?" he asked, puzzled.
"I'm not angry," I denied.
"You are," he insisted.
"You’re annoying," I glared at him. "Just go away."
"Why don’t you want to see me?" he asked, not leaving.
"I don’t want to see you," I replied.
"Do you have another man?" he asked.
"No," I denied.
"Then why..."
"I just don’t want to see you," I interrupted him. "Do you understand?"
"I don’t understand," he said stubbornly.
"You don’t need to understand," I said, putting down the gun and leaving the shooting range.
He followed me all the way to the lounge.
I sat down while he stood, and we were at a stalemate.
After a long time, I said, "You should go."
"I want to talk to you," he said.
"We have nothing to talk about," I replied.
"Why don’t you like me?" he asked.
"I don’t need to like you," I said coldly.
"But I want you to like me," he said.
"Then try harder to make me like you," I replied.
"I’ve tried my best," he said softly.
"Then give up," I said.
"I won’t give up," he said firmly.
"Then just wait," I said.
I stood up and walked out.
He followed behind me as we exited the shooting club, one after the other.
We got into the car and drove away.
Neither of us said a word in the car.
We were both deep in thought.
I wondered what it was about me that attracted him.
His thoughts were surely different from mine.
When we arrived at my doorstep, I got out of the car, ready to go inside.
"Shirley," he called out to me.
I stopped and turned to look at him.
"I..." he hesitated, "I..."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Can I hug you?" he asked.
I looked at him; he was cautious yet full of anticipation.
I slowly reached out my hand.
He embraced me gently and softly.
He let go and said, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," I replied.
I went inside.
Charles didn't know that I had once been married.
Though brief, it left a lasting impression.
My husband's name was Dennis.
We got married when he was just twenty-two and I was twenty.
We were together for three years without any children.
There was no love between us; we simply kept each other company.
We rarely made love because we didn't really need to.
We preferred chatting, drinking, and listening to music instead.
We are very happy together.
We never argue, and we respect each other.
Our marriage is like that of friends, like family, and like strangers.
We have been together for three years without ever having a heated argument.
When we broke up, there was no fighting.
We parted ways calmly.
He left me with countless treasures.
But I am not grateful to him.
I feel that it is what I deserve.
After all, I have given him a lot as well.
Our marriage is not like love; it is more like friendship.
When we are together, we are both very free.
We do not interfere with each other; we both have our own things to do.
We are together simply because we want to be together.
There are no commitments, no constraints, no responsibilities.
We are together just because we want to be together.
Our marriage is not like love; it is more like a way of life.
We are together because we feel that we should be together.
We separate because we feel that we should part ways.
There is nothing to sustain our marriage.
Our marriage exists solely because we want to be together.
This kind of marriage is very pure and very clean.
I really like it.
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