---- time. I've already given you your points, and I won't bring any past pain into my new life." She kept talking to me with a smile. Even though she was looking at me, it felt as if she was looking at someone else. "I always remembered how you were in the past and the home we thought about building. You're the one who forgot about it." "T didn't," I said in a choked-up voice. I tried to hold her hand as I trembled. "I'm sorry. Forgive me this last time, and let's start again, okay?" Miranda avoided my hand and shook her head. Her voice remained gentle as she delivered her sentence to our marriage. "Henry, I'll never forgive you, but I do love you. "You should understand what I'm trying to say once I've decided to let go. "You should go. Don't ruin the Henry Jones in my memories. He's always had the perfect score." ---- I did not know how I eventually left, but I remembered driving with tears in my eyes. I eventually started bawling in my car. However, a mini-me started laughing at me in my heart. "Why are you crying? You brought this on yourself," he said. On the day we got our divorce certificate, I did my best to look presentable. Despite that, I could not hide the dispirited look on my face. In contrast, Miranda had returned to her optimistic self. She was so happy that she looked like she was getting married. Suddenly, I recalled how we kept staring at our marriage certificate when we got married. We wanted to announce to the world that we were finally family. She held the marriage certificate to her chest and ---- mumbled, as though she was making a wish, " Every day from now on, we'! be happier than we are right now. My life with you begins now, and it's going to be great." I hugged her and promised, "Even if it's not great, Tl make sure that it turns out great for you." I broke my promise, but at the very least, the last day we were together was a good day for Miranda. When we walked out of the city hall, the weather was wonderful. The divorce certificate in my hand felt like the score for a test. Thad zero marks, and there was no chance to retake the test. Meanwhile, Miranda walked ahead of me with light footsteps. She headed to her new life with no burden on her shoulders. She then turned around and waved goodbye to me. Just like that, I became a broken ship that drifted ---- around in the old passage of time. No one would become my helmsman. All I could do was sink into the river of regret, and I would end up trapped in agony every day.