Back home, surrounded by the traces of the three years I had spent with Daniel, the house was filled with our life's imprints. I had decorated it warmly, but now it made me feel bitterly ironic.

When I decorated the house, I had wanted Daniel to help, but he had said he was too busy with work. In the end, I did everything myself.

I lay down on the sofa and fell asleep without realizing it. When I woke up, I looked around the house and found that Daniel hadn't come home. He hadn't even sent me a message.

I laughed at myself. I don't know what I'm still hoping...