The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio)

Part 4:5

I trudged

home, dead tired, and for the first time. I really looked at the place I had called home for seven years.

Every corner was filled with Antonio's and my sweet memories.

All those perfect moments now felt like a million knives piercing my heart. I pulled out a huge cardboard box and stayed up all night packing away those memories.

The matching couple's slippers, the matching couple's mugs, the

keychains that could find each other within 10 meters, and a whole box o pictures of us...

These things were my lifeline when I was feeling insecure, proof that Antonio and I were a real couple. Yet, they were just trash now.

Antonio hadn't been home for two weeks.

finished my design work and

white decor was simple, like one could see every comer from the front door. The night before I was set to leave, I figured I should talk things through with Antonio, so I gave

just kept hanging

you haven't realized your mistake, if you're not going to apologize to Alicia for real, then there's no need to

didn't talk. I had a flight to catch

cozy and comforting, but now, as I walked out,

I got on the plane, my phone blew up

prayed for my safety and happiness, and others

replying to them one by one, I switched off my

a silent promise to

wishes, I was sure I would find my Mr.

sun was shining brightly outside, and the sky was a stunning shade of

changing scenes outside the window. Clouds were rolling by, and now and then,

sudden burst of creativity hit me, and I quickly started sketching. By the time I was done, night had fallen

traveled through time. I left on the 27th in the morning and arrived

feeling, I stepped out of the airport. There,