I woke up the next morning, immediately feeling disgusted at how dirty and sticky my body felt. This was the first time Christopher hadn’t helped clean me up. I sleepily reached out for him, my heart lurching when my hand touched cold, empty sheets instead.

 

Shouldn’t communication be key to solving any problem? This was not going to work out if Christopher was so adamant about not talking to me and hearing me out.

 

I went to the closet and dug out the outfit I’d bought for him last time, setting

opening. “I picked out your clothes for you. Will you

wrapped around his waist as he took out another set of clothes from the closet to change into. He swiftly got dressed and made

won’t be coming home for

out after him, all I could see was the elevator doors slowly closing, barely providing me a glimpse of

closer to the elevator, thinking that Christopher had changed his mind. To my chagrin, a middle-aged woman also standing inside had her finger on the button instead.

 

who was staring at the floor. In the end, I couldn’t muster up the courage to get into the elevator, turning on my

the sight of the large, empty room made me rethink my decision. Why didn’t I get into that elevator? Why

myself in danger, he was the one who lent me a helping hand. Why am I fighting with

 

midst of organizing documents and files. She was a hardworking and serious

a cheerful smile when she spotted me walking in with breakfast. “That looks delicious! Can I have a

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