When I studied economics at UCLA, I fell in love with Lily Parker, a kind, soft-spoken girl who worked part-time at the library. I was ambitious, arrogant, and convinced I was destined for greatness. Lily dreamed of a simple, happy life. I wanted skyscrapers, not sunsets
After graduation, I landed a high-paying job in a multinational company, while Lily worked as a receptionist in a small hotel. One day, I told myself, “I deserve more.”
And I left her — coldly, selfishly — chasing what I thought was success.
Years passed. Money came easily, but peace never did. My days were filled with meetings, deals, and noise. My nights were empty.
