He finally snorted angrily and snapped, "You're being completely unreasonable! Stay home and think about what you've done. When you've reflected on your mistakes, come and find me."
With that, he grabbed his jacket and walked out, slamming the door so hard the sound echoed through the large living room.
For a moment, the space felt eerily quiet, leaving me alone, standing in silence.
I bit my lip, exhaling slowly, before pulling out my phone to contact a courier. I had already planned to move out, and it was time to start arranging for a pickup.
I'd accumulated a lot of belongings over the three years I'd lived here, and moving everything at once wasn't possible. So, I decided to take things step by step.
The next afternoon, as I handed the first set of packages to the delivery person at the door, Yohann unexpectedly returned. His face was stern, his eyes narrowing as he noticed the boxes.
He looked at me stiffly, his voice tight. "Are you sending something?"
I signed the receipt and answered dismissively, "Yes."