I sent him a message, hoping that somehow, he would make time to meet me one last time.
After ten years, I deserved to say goodbye properly.
Despite the pain gnawing at my leg, I hailed a taxi and forced myself into it.
When I arrived home, the weight of everything hit me. I began packing up my life, every corner of this place that had once been filled with warmth, now devoid of meaning.
I loaded the last of my things into the truck I had arranged, the one that would carry me away from everything that had once been ours.
And everything Mathias had given me, the gifts, the emerald necklace that shimmered with memories, I left behind without a second thought.
Mathias had always been sentimental.
This house, his old home, was the place where everything started. The place where, when we first came together, I moved in without hesitation.
Even now, despite his wealth and status, he never left. This house was his anchor.
I ran my fingers across the wallpaper, the one I had carefully chosen, and for a moment, it almost felt like a forgotten memory. But then, something caught my attention, a strange sensation, a twist in the air.