In and out of words, it was nothing more than showing off how much Fred loved her.
I silently put her on the blacklist.
Then I crossed out one date after another on the calendar on the wall.
Countdown to the thirteenth day.
I started to busy myself with writing a resignation report.
The team leader looked at the four characters “Go Home and Get Married” written on my reason for leaving.
She laughed and joked that she wanted to drink at my wedding with Fred and said that there was no need to resign if I got married.
Until I told her that I was not getting married to Fred.
She sighed and stopped asking me about my personal affairs.
I had been busy handing over work these days.
When the handover was almost done.
Suddenly I was free and I looked at the fifth day from the last on the calendar and was a little dazed.
I patted my cheeks and started to pack my luggage.
Fred and I had known each other for too long and there were photos of him and me everywhere in this house.
I tore off all the parts of the photos that belonged to me.
Then I took out a small wooden box from the innermost part of the closet.