Since I had proposed the breakup, I shouldn't stay at his place any longer.
I looked at the untouched dishes on the table, got up, and went to the kitchen to find some containers to pack them up.
Then I packed my belongings and took a taxi back to my small apartment, which I hadn't visited in a long time.
Finishing all this, I took a taxi back to my small house that I hadn't visited in a long time.
After I graduated from university, my parents bought me a small apartment in this city.
After getting together with Alex, he always said that our homes were too far apart, and it was troublesome for us to commute between them, so he asked me to move in with him.
Actually, the distance between these two houses was just the distance between him and me.
We looked close, but our hearts seemed to be separated by the Pacific Ocean.
Back in the long-lost small house, I tidied up simply and went to bed after washing up.
The next day, I found only a few messages on my phone.
[What's the matter with you now?]
[Come back when you've calmed down. Don't be too willful.]
It seemed he came home last night and found out I had moved out.
I didn't reply to his messages and just went about my own business.