Brother, I Don't Forgive You

I walked out the door with the suitcase in my hand aimlessly.

The thunder was loud, and the rain in June came down always so easily.

I didn't bring an umbrella.

Soon, my whole body was drenched.

I turned back and took one last look.

But I was instantly frozen in place.

In front of the French window on the second floor, Austin was standing there, looking down at me.

In his eyes, I seemed to see a trace of worry and pity.

But it quickly disappeared as if it was just my imagination.

"Toss away everything related to her!"

With a stern shout, a small object was thrown out fiercely.

Falling in the rain, it quickly got stained with mud and became dirty.

I recognized it. It was the phone case I spent two weeks making for Austin.

He was always busy with work and didn't like the phone cases on the market. His hands were thick with calluses from his phone.

So, I spent two weeks making a beautiful and comfortable phone case out of water gel as a birthday gift for him.

At that time, he cherished it so much, saying, "Gloria made it for me. I'll use it for a lifetime."

But now, he threw it out like it was garbage.

I took a few steps forward and picked up the dirty phone case.

I wiped it clean with my clothes and held it tightly in my hand.

It was just like me, without any value, and had become garbage in other people's eyes.

But it was my hard work.