It was 19 years old Trevor, who clumsily and carefully decorated the room for me.
As if to claim credit, he told me while he was perspiring, "Amora, look, you will have a home in the future."
The fresh evening breeze flowed in through the window and cleansed my mind.
I gave a sour smile.
With his own hands, the man who had promised to provide me a home instead shoved me into the abyss.
One by one, I picked up the items on the ground and nearly all of them held memories of Trevor and me. As well, the damage and stains on every object showed that Trevor and I would never be able to return to the past.
Not a single item in this house truly belonged to me and they wouldn't even fit in a single bag. This way, I had nothing to lose, so it was fine.
I rented a home outside and resigned from Trevor's firm.
I received some messages on my phone, it was from Rachel.
[Trevor and I are busy with the engagement things, so we won't be back for several days.]
[Amora, I'll leave the house in your care!]
[Remember to attend our engagement party in three days!]