I never thought that I would spend the last day of the contract packing my things away and clearing thing out from the penthouse. I had always imagined that I would spend the last day with Hayden. Clearly, that was not to be.
By late in the afternoon, I had managed to pack all my stuff and with the mover’s help, I started on my journey back home. Not having a place to stay in the city and no money to rent out a place, I decided to simply go back home. Truthfully, I really missed that place. I left the penthouse keycard on the dining table before leaving and closing the door firmly behind me.
In the end, he didn’t even say goodbye...
He’s such a coward...
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I arrived back home in the countryside late at night with my life packed up in many boxes. In the end, I had to haul back the expensive jewelry that Hayden left as well. I’ll figure out a way to deal with them later.
It’s only been a month since I left this place but coming back here feels a little strange. To my surprise, the mess that the men in black had made of the place on the day that they took my grandmother and me away was all fixed up. Actually, the place looked restored. The faded paint seemed to have been painted over with new paint. Broken windows and glasses fixed.
The smashed-up furniture had been either fixed or replaced. The place was decently clean as well.
I smiled a little to myself. At least, the mafia cleaned up after their own mess. I hated how they smashed up the place but right now I was thankful that they mended everything because that meant that I didn’t have to come home to a mess. That also meant that I could start settling in without having to clean up late in the night.
I wondered what he was doing. I wondered if he thought of me. I wondered if he had moved on with his life like normal.
I wondered so much that I stopped wondering...
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The next few days flew by in a messy blur. My head felt light and hazy all the time and I was doing things randomly to pass the time. I hated being alone because when I was alone or if I had nothing to do, my mind would wander straight back to Hayden.
I visited my grandmother every day and I spent most of my time with her in her hospital room. My grandmother probably knew that something was wrong, but she didn’t ask me about it. Being in my grandmother’s room always felt bittersweet. I could still see it and I could still smell it...the flower bouquet that Hayden got the florist downstairs to deliver to my grandmother’s hospital room every day.
Although our contract was over, the flowers didn’t stop coming. Just like clockwork, a new bouquet was delivered to my grandmother’s room every morning.
I would take the flower from the florist who delivered it and arrange it in a vase on the windowsill for my grandmother. Sadly, that was the only connection I had left with Hayden. It was the only thing that made me feel that we were still connected.
A week went by like this and unsurprisingly, I never got a call or a message from Hayden. As time went by, I was starting to believe that perhaps I had dreamt about everything that had happened. Perhaps it was all just in my mind all along. Whenever I had that thought, my eyes would fall on the bouquet of flowers and suddenly everything felt real once more.
--To be continued...