But not just that.
The leather boots, the mid-height sneakers, and the fluffy slippers are also missing.
Has she rearranged everything again?
"Aurora!" Confused, I roam through the apartment. With each step I take, I notice more changes.
Her favorite pillow is no longer on the couch. The clothesline with the pictures of her family has disappeared.
What is going on?
A sense of unease takes hold of me and spreads rapidly within me. I rush into the bedroom and tear open the closet doors.
Her clothes are gone. In the bathroom, only a makeup stain on the glass shelf under the mirror reminds me of her. Her hairdryer, nail file, and colorful jars—everything is gone.
What the hell...?
Panicked, I storm back into the living room. Our box is there. I step closer and pull out the top drawer. She left our memories behind.
What does this mean?
In the second drawer, I find a folded note. With trembling fingers, I reach for it.I'm sorry, it says. Under the word "sorry," the paper forms a circular wave. The spot is still moist.
The only explanation for all this slowly seeps into my mind like poison into fertile soil.
She left me.
Every damn day, I fought for our love. I fulfilled every small wish she had. I would have shared any imaginable life with her. I faced my greatest fear to be happy with her again.
And now she disappears without a word of explanation?
"This can't be true." I slump down. An infinite void spreads inside me, devouring my stomach, then my lungs, and finally my heart.
There's nothing left of me. Just one single question that dominates the feeble remainder of myself. So much so that I already know I'll never be able to ignore it.
Why the hell did she do this?
