Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 145 – This Woman Made Me Delete Hope from My Psyche
For over a year we were friends. You saved a seat for me in every lecture hall, teased me with heat in your eyes, pulled me to empty staircases and deserted classrooms. I never touched you beyond what friendship allowed-because I needed to know the feeling would outlast the moment.
Then one day you told me three other guys had already proposed.
It landed like a confession: you had tasted them, compared me with them, and were still measuring.
I asked plainly-clear, no games-“Will you be my girlfriend or not?”
My best friend said no, sharp and final.
That day the world doubled its betrayal: first detention stripped me of a year, then a woman showed me my exact worth-whichever man moved fastest would own her.
The words in my head were not the crude ones I use now, but the wound was identical.
I walked away. When you followed-as you always did-I turned and said, “No need to talk to me anymore.”
If it was a misunderstanding, who was supposed to fix it-me?
Instead, you used the moment as an exit: proof that I never valued the friendship, proof that I was just another hungry boy. You freed yourself of all responsibility and painted me the villain.
Later in one instance when you shout, why I don’t talk to you? It seemed that you somehow still wondered a little why I went silent, why I stopped coming around. But the same mind that once rang me late at night to narrate your porn adventures without a shred of shame-that mind could never grasp why restraint felt sacred to me.
Yes, you were a girl. That was the entire argument: a girl offers, a boy must grab-consequences, labels, tomorrow be damned.
That was the equality preached in an engineering college corridor.
After that, I changed my circle.
By the way, you were my only true friend. The rest of the college-for Your Highness, Ronie-were merely acknowledgments. Everyone wanted to be Ronie. I don’t think people wanted to be like you-only to enjoy a few hot moments.
