Just like Oliver, dirty things were like garbage.
Keeping them would only disgust me.
I threw his things into the trash bag and carried it downstairs.
Then, I walked directly to the trash can and threw it in without saying a word.
Upon disposing of those things, I felt refreshed.
Unexpectedly, when I turned around, I met a pair of eyes burning with anger.
Oliver, who had just left, appeared again.
He asked through gritted teeth, "Did you really throw away my things?"
"Since you've seen it all, why bother playing dumb?" I looked at him coldly and said calmly, "I'm serious about breaking up. Not joking with you."
I wanted a clean breakup.
I not only just threw away everything about Oliver but also deleted his contact information.
After completely clearing him out of my world, I focused all my attention on work.
One of my colleagues teased, "Are you on steroids? You've been working so hard lately."
I responded with a faint smile, "Because I suddenly realized that nothing is more important than money."
Love was not necessary, but money was.
In the past, most of my attention was on Oliver, and I was not so focused on my work.
As a result, after working for three years, I remained an unknown clerk.