No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 200



Where can I find their memories now?

"Felicia," someone called out to me at the entrance of the hallway.

It was the landlady from across the hall.

No need to ask, I knew she was here because of the demolition news.

"Felicia, it's such a shame this place is getting torn down," she sighed, a rare display of emotion from her.

I had no words, just a face full of sadness. The landlady continued, "I just spent a fortune fixing up the place. It hasn't even been rented out for a month and now we have to kick people out. Such a loss."

I said nothing.

"Felicia, I've been trying to reach the young man renting from me, but he's not answering. If you see him today, could you tell him to give me a call? And let him know about the demolition so he can start looking for a new place and get his things in order," The landlady requested.

"Sure," I agreed.

"Thank you, Felicia," The landlady was polite, but then she couldn't help but gossip, "You've met the young man renting my place, right? He's a decent guy, isn't he?"

but smirk,

man is just 'alright' to you. If I had a daughter, I'd want him as a son-in-law," The landlady obviously had a soft spot

could always have another,"

but there had been a buzz recently about a woman in her sixties having a

while she went on, "You should start packing up as well. Get rid of what you don't need, sell what you can. I have a guy who deals in second-hand goods, pays well and is very reliable. I'll give you his number. You can sell him whatever

it

and went on

met with a flood of memories, and

things, it seems, you can't keep even if you want

of what you can't keep. I knew

started to look

process of packing up.

the storeroom, leaving my room and my parents'

up my mind to buy my own

The old

Chelf, the tricycle

to ride

the gardening tools my parents used, Dad's fishing gear,

something I couldn't