The End of This Love

"It's just a little thing. Now it's broken, you don't have to worry about it. Your safety is the most important."

I nodded and said lightly, "Yeah, it doesn't matter, I was going to throw it away anyway."

In the next instant, I swept all of the crystal ball's debris into the trash bin, catching Trevor off guard.

Trevor glanced at me in disbelief, his brow furrowing further and deeper.

"Amora, what do you mean?"

I shook my head and spoke in an emotionless voice.

"It doesn't mean anything. Broken things should have stayed in the trash can."

Trevor moved forward to seize my wrist, dropped his voice and mockingly said, "Amora, did you think of another trick? I told you to put such inappropriate ideas away, or else..."

Rachel could have been a little upset to see Trevor approaching me too closely. "Trevor, I'm so hungry, let's go out for a midnight snack," she said quickly, changing the topic.

Trevor nodded to Rachel, pushed my hand away in disdain and said softly, "Okay, I'll take you to whatever you want to eat."

Rachel hypocritically said, "I want to eat spicy hot chicken wings," leaning on Trevor's arms like a little bird. “Do you want to join us, Amora?”

I firmly said, "No, I'm not hungry," without even considering it. “You guys can go without me."

As if considering whether or not what I had said was true, Trevor pursed his thin lips into a line and dropped his gaze.

After all, if it were before, I would use every opportunity to get along with Trevor. Always actively approaching him.

"Rachel kindly invited you, Amora, don't be shameless."

The tinge of melancholy in Trevor's tone struck me as somewhat odd.

He should be pleased that I carefully made it possible for him and Rachel to spend time alone. Why did he have to make me, an outsider, join them? Eventually, Trevor stormed off when Rachel persuaded him to do so.

It wasn't until they were both gone that I went into my bedroom.

To some way, Trevor gave his implicit approval when Rachel destroyed the decorations and wallpaper at her whim.

But unexpectedly, a face with a broad smile appeared in my head.

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!]