Chapter39
1 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 of 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.
During that time, I had finished my design work and pretty much cleaned out the house.
I got rid of all the furniture I had bought, and now the place was back to how it was when I first moved in. The black and white decor was simple, like one could see every corner from the front door.
The night before I was set to leave, I figured I should talk things through with Antonio, so I gave him a call.
He just kept hanging up on me.
After a bit, he texted me, “If you haven’t realized your mistake, if you’re not going to apologize to Alicia for real, then there’s no need to talk.”
With a wry smile, I thought if that was the case, maybe it was better if we didn’t talk. I had a flight to catch the next morning, so I grabbed my
suitcase and headed out the door.
This house was once so cozy and comforting, but now, as I walked out, all I felt was a weight lifted off my shoulders.
Just before I got on the plane, my phone blew up with birthday messages
They sent their best wishes for a great future. Some prayed for my safety and happiness, and others hoped for perfect love and a good partner.
After replying to them one by one, I switched off my phone.
As the plane took off, I made a silent promise to myself, “I’ll find my happiness!”
With all these good wishes, I was sure I would find my Mr. Right.
The plane was flying overseas. The sun was shining brightly outside, and the sky was a stunning shade of blue.
I was fascinated, watching the changing scenes outside the window. Clouds were rolling by, and now and then, there was a burst of red light catching my eye.
A sudden burst of creativity hit me, and I quickly started sketching. By the time I was done, night had fallen outside.
It was surreal, like I had traveled through time. I left on the 27th in the morning and arrived on the 26th at night.
With this amazing feeling, I stepped out of the airport. There, I saw my parents and Freddy, all smiles, waving at me.
I rushed over with my luggage, hugged my mom, and basked in the warmth I had missed for so long.
Years ago, I followed my
and went against my parents‘ wishes to
study in Riverwick.
Despite reluctance, they let me go.
Who would have thought that I left for eight years, only coming back for a brief Christmas visit? They missed me terribly.
It was my fault.
Feeling the starving.”
urge to cry, I quickly pulled away from my mom. “Mom, I’m
With a tender smile, she caressed my face, affection written all over her face. “Let’s go home. I’ll make your favorite pasta.”
I nodded. “Awesome.”