A deep growl came from Sebastian. “What do you mean forget? After all this time? We’re not teenagers anymore, Lynn. You called me. You’re the one who said you needed me. And I’m never letting you go again.”
“I’ll be there in a month, Madelynn. Finish off whatever’s left with Oliver. In a month, I’ll be back to take what’s mine.”
Madelynn smiled as the call ended with a soft click. Sebastian wasn’t giving her a chance to refuse.
“He’s still my Sebastian,” she whispered to herself.
Oliver didn’t come home that night. So she spent the entire night packing. The dim lights and soft music from the speakers were her only companion.
By the time the morning light streamed through the curtains and Oliver finally walked into the bedroom, she had boxed and boxes surrounding her.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“Just throwing out trash.”
He walked over and peeked inside one of the boxes that held all the clothes and gifts he had ever gotten her. Most of them still had tags on.
“Those are trash…”
She sighed. “They’re old. Old clothes and gifts that probably won’t be used. I thought it’d be a good idea to donate them to charity, under your name of course.”