If he had paid closer attention, he would've noticed that some of the furniture in the living room was already missing. But he didn't notice. He simply grabbed some documents from the desk and left again without another word.
For the next few days, Yohann didn't come back. There were no calls, no messages. Just silence.
But I saw updates on his social media.
Apparently, he and Zandria had gone on a trip together. They visited places I had never been to, and they took photos I had never had the chance to take. In every picture, they looked so carefree, so happy—like nothing else in the world mattered.
I couldn't help but chuckle softly to myself as I scrolled through their posts. After a brief pause, I clicked the "like" button on one of them. That small gesture was my silent blessing, a way of saying goodbye without uttering a word.
After that, I went back to what I had been doing—packing the last of my belongings into my suitcase. The time had come for me to move on, to leave this chapter behind for good.
As I finished up and reached for my phone again, I noticed a new message from Yohann, sent just three minutes ago.