Chapter 6

Our breakup was oddly peaceful.

Adam awkwardly grabbed a suitcase, planning to pack his things, but soon walked out empty-handed.

From the couch, where I sat, I almost laughed.

Most of the stuff here was bought by me for him. What did he have to pack?

He shot me a quick glance, murmured, "I'm leaving," and bolted out of the apartment like he was finally free.

The room was filled with traces of Adam, from the gaming computer to the socks in the drawer. There were debate scripts I helped him write when he participated in school competitions, and PowerPoint slides I stayed up all night to make for his student council.

Even the clothes I bought for him.

I remembered the time he forgot his USB drive at home, and I rushed over to his school to deliver it. He snapped at me, "Why did you come here?" He grabbed the USB and walked off, while his friends chuckled and one waved, saying, "Bye, Nanny!"

Annoyed, I grabbed some trash bags and tossed all the junk inside.

After cleaning, the apartment felt empty.

Exhausted, I collapsed on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The ticking of the clock was deafening in the silence.

I picked up my phone. Adam’s Instagram had a new update.

"I am finally free. Ending the wrong to find the right."

And just moments ago, at 2 AM, he had another post: "Can’t sleep."

He must be struggling with dorm life. When he complained about noisy roommates and the hard dorm bed, I got him this apartment.

Lost in thought, my phone vibrated with notifications from Adam’s secondary credit card. I froze his card immediately.

With that done, fatigue washed over me. Rolling over, I fell into a deep sleep.