I smashed everything I could see, then dug out the magnolia-scented perfume from the bottom of my closet and sprayed it all over myself frantically.
Finally I ran out of the perfume.
Like a deflated ball, I immediately curled up in the ruins and crying silently.
For a timeless time, the painful mood was relieved a lot until I remembered that he had a terminal illness.
I got up from the ground.
I wiped away my tears and called housekeeping to ask them to clean the room.
Alberto came back on the third day.
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Just like last time, the first thing he did was to go to the bathroom to take a shower.
I glanced at his phone and it was on airplane mode again.
Maybe he was afraid that Lily would call him and I would answer the phone.
Alberto had already changed into his pajamas. He gently hugged my waist from behind and buried his head in my hair. His tone was full of fatigue as if he really just returned from a "business trip".
"Honey, I miss you so much."
Didn't he dislike me for being boring? How could he act like we loved each other deeply?
Oh, I almost forgot.
I was by Alberto's side when I was eighteen.
I witnessed him from a vendor to a business tycoon in Ocean City.