I held onto the couch to stand up and slowly walked to the bedroom. Then I found a large woven bag and threw all of Jayvon's belongings into it.
Chandler understood what I meant. As I tossed out the last of Jayvon's items, his voice held a hint of surprise. "Are you breaking up with him?"
"What else? Should I keep him around like spoiled leftovers?"
It seemed like he got the answer he was hoping for. Even though I snapped at him, Chandler didn't seem to mind. He took the large bag from me and tossed it outside.
Perhaps the breakup gave Chandler a strange sense of encouragement, or maybe he still believed that he was somehow special to me.
After I finished organizing everything, he took advantage of a moment when I wasn't paying attention and suddenly hugged me from behind.
His warmth spread through my body in an instant. I was frozen for a second. Then I snapped out of it and asked coldly, "Chandler, what do you think you're doing?"
"Let's get back together, please?"
He buried his soft hair into the nape of my neck like a puppy.
"I never go back on my decisions. When we broke up, I thought I made myself clear."
"I just need one chance. Please give me a chance to pursue you, okay?"