We had been together for six years, and I had carefully prepared three meals for her every day. She became a fussy eater because of me and didn't like the takeout at all.
I used to buy her a bag every month. After all those years, her closet should be full of bags.
But that wasn't the case. The bag I bought for her the day before would be returned by her the next day. As for where the refunded money went, I didn't know and never asked.
I always thought that since I gave it to her, it was her freedom to do whatever she wanted with it.
The gift bag rolled to my feet, revealing its contents.
It was a couple outfit.
I had always wanted to wear matching outfits with her, but she never wanted to.
On the contrary, if Fitch happened to wear the same color clothes as her, she would be happy all day long.
Now the couple outfit that I had always wanted was thrown at my feet by her like a handout.
I bent down to pick up the bag on the ground and put it on the coffee table.
"If you want to eat noodles, order takeout. I'm really busy now."