On the third day, I shipped my luggage off and confirmed my arrival date with my foreign tutor. During that time, Mason texted, "[What are you doing? I miss you.]" It felt like an eyesore, so I blocked him.
By the second day, everything in the apartment that belonged to me was gone. I left the keys, turned off the lights and walked out. Since my city didn’t have an airport, I had to head to the next city a day early.
On the train, I got a call from Peyton, Mason’s childhood friend. He mentioned Mason was planning a surprise for me, recording a video and asked if I could "dress up a little." He even threw in a casual "happy marriage" wish. Clearly, he was mistaken. I hung up, confused.
Finally, on the morning of the seventh day, I checked in for my flight. The countdown was over. As I sat waiting to take off, Mason blew up my phone with calls and texts, begging me to meet him at the town hall. I replied with just one sentence, "[As you wish, let’s break up.]"
