“Zee, I had a nightmare… I dreamed that my sister got into a car accident… I woke up, and suddenly, I just really wanted to see you. Can you come over?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be right there,” Zelda answered urgently.
She threw on a random coat and was about to leave when she suddenly seemed to remember something.
“What were you about to say?”
But I had already buried my emotions.
“Nothing. We’ll talk when you get back.”
But the next morning, the other side of the bed was untouched.
Since I’d be leaving soon, I simply quit my job.
I had packed up a lot of things last night—most of them were for donation.
When I stepped outside to hand the packages to the courier, I noticed a commotion at the apartment across from mine.
Workers were moving in brand-new furniture.
Even with all the people around, my eyes landed on Zelda in an instant.
She was leaning against Eugene’s chest, directing the workers as they arranged the furniture.
Zelda had always cared about these details.
Back when we first moved in, she did the same—took time off just to oversee everything.
She once said, “If you don’t put effort into setting up a home, it’s just a rental.”
But now, my home hardly had any trace of her left.