The faded couple’s hoodie in the closet went into the trash. I’d bought it for Daniel Reed with my very first paycheck back when he was just starting his business. At the time, he had held me close and promised, “Once the company makes it big, I’ll fill your closet with designer clothes.”
I picked up the glass jar from my nightstand, filled with movie stubs and park tickets from the past three years. Taking a deep breath, I tipped it over, letting the paper flutter into the garbage can.
Lastly, I took the faded bunny keychain he’d given me when we first started dating—a cheap trinket from a street stall, three for ten yuan. Yet he’d said with complete seriousness, “From now on, you’ll keep all my keys.” I gave a self-deprecating smile and tossed it in.
“What are you doing?”
Daniel’s voice came from the doorway, laced with a perfume scent that wasn’t mine.
He saw how much emptier the apartment looked and immediately frowned. “Why are you throwing away perfectly good things?”
I didn’t look back, continuing to remove his suit jackets from the hangers. “These are useless now.”