Chapter 3

That day, I trudged through the rain all by myself and left the city where Daryl lived.

I didn't contact Daryl for a whole seven days.

Daryl was the one who messaged me first.

He sent me those dry, routine texts telling me to have breakfast.

When the weather got colder, he'd text me to put on an extra layer before going out.

It wasn't like before when every morning I woke up, I would open my WhatsApp and see messages addressed to me with nicknames like "Baby" or "Sweetheart."

Now, my heart ached with bitterness.

But I didn't want…