Ivy was a girl Jack saved a few years ago during one of his missions. At the time, Jack mentioned to me how much Ivy reminded him of me, the girl that he had crushed on during high school. According to him, I was a shy, quiet girl, with that intoxicating air of mystery.
However, after all these years, the mystery had worn off. What remained between Jack and me was only boredom and indifference.
I returned to the house where Jack and I had lived together for almost ten years. Not wanting to risk running into him if he sneaked back from the hospital to make trouble for me, I hastily packed a single suitcase. After all, when you died, you could not take anything with you.
Besides, I only had two months to live on this earth.
So, I reckoned this much luggage was enough for me.
"This time, I won’t come back," I murmured to the empty house.
No one replied. No one asked me to stay. And that was fine, at least I wouldn’t feel guilty about leaving.
The old apartment in West City was a bit run-down, but I had it cleaned monthly. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to live, but it would do.
As soon as I made my bed, my phone rang.