Madelyn did not return to the Jent residence. Instead, she went to the unit she rented. As she took out the key to open the door, a grassy and earthy fragrance wafted through the air. Madelyn walked in and saw that the plants on the balcony were in bloom. The house was clean, with only a uniform that was obviously not hers lying on the blue sofa.

It reminded Madelyn of Forrest. She walked over and held the uniform. She wondered how he was doing and started to reminisce about the past. This house was filled with memories of her and Forrest, memories of him cooking in the kitchen and doing homework on the dining table. When he was exhausted, he would lie on the sofa and sleep until the first afternoon class started.

In the blink of an eye, a week had passed. During this period, her phone was off. She never left the room, so she was clueless about whatever happened outside. She shut herself in that tiny house, sitting cross-legged on the floor. She numbed herself by drawing. Sometimes,