Remaining Connection


    I never thought that I would spend thest day of the contract packing my things away and clearing


    thing out from the penthouse. I had always imagined that I would spend thest day with Hayden.


    Clearly, that was not to be.


    Byte 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 ce to stay in the city and no money to rent out a ce, I decided to


    simply go back home. Truthfully, I really missed that ce. 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…


    …


    I arrived back home in the countrysidete 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


    It’s only been a month since I left this ce buting back here feels a little strange. To my surprise,


    the mess that the men in ck had made of the ce on the day that they took my grandmother and


    me away was all fixed up. Actually, the ce looked restored. The faded paint seemed to have been


    painted over with new paint. Broken windows and sses fixed. The smashed-up furniture had been


    either fixed or reced. The ce 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 ce but right now I was thankful that they mended everything because that meant


    that I didn’t have toe home to a mess. That also meant that I could start settling in without having


    to clean upte in the night.


    After pushing the boxes into the house, I locked the door and that was when the reality of what was


    going on truly hit me. Hayden is gone and I won’t get to see him ever again. I sat down onto the floor,


    pulled my knees up and hugged them. I curled up into a ball and just started crying my eyes out.


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    This is the worst.


    Why did things have to end this way between us? The pain tore at me from the inside out. I cried so


    much that I could hardly breathe. I’m going to look like a huge mess tomorrow, but I didn’t care. Right


    now, I just needed to let it all out.


    Once I used to believe that I would return to my normal and happy life when the contract was over. I


    looked forward to this day when I would get my freedom back. Now that the day was here, I felt more


    devastated than I had ever felt before in my life. I felt so lost. It was like I had lost a very important part


    of myself.


    How can all thise to an end when we haven’t even really started?


    I didn’t remember much of what happened that night. There was a very high probability that I cried so


    much that I just fell asleep in the middle of it all. The next morning, I woke up on the floor where I had


    been sitting and crying the night before. I didn’t dare look in the mirror because I didn’t want to see my


    swollen eyes, lips and face. My face ached and I knew without needing to look that it was swollen


    badly.


    A new day had arrived but my grief from yesterday still felt fresh in my heart and mind. I nced down


    at my phone and was disappointed that there were no messages or calls from Hayden. But then again,


    what was I hoping for exactly? There’s no way that he would ever contact me ever again.


    I wanted to call him but whenever I reached out for my phone, my hand would shrink back. That was


    when I realized that I was scared. I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to reach him on that number


    anymore. If I didn’t call, then I could always believe that I still had a way to reach him…


    When in reality, I probably didn’t…not anymore…


    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…


    …


    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 stoping. 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…