Chapter 2: Only Memories
When his assistant handed me the divorce agreement, he respectfully addressed me as “Madam Klein”
“Uh–huh.” I responded.
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The entire company knew about the feud between me and Tristan, and Katie even went so far as to send him heart–shaped desserts. In response, Tristan arranged for Katie to work as my assistant, just to annoy me. However, she went back home with him not long after, and Tristan started to ask me for divorce.
I no longer went to the company, so very few people still called me “Madam Klein.”
The young man in front of me was the only one who did.
I signed the agreement right away. “Madam, you can take another look at it.”
“No need. There’s nothing to look at,” I said, smiling as I handed the agreement to him. “Tell your boss that in a month, we’ll be heading to the civil affairs bureau to settle things. He better not be late.”
I didn’t want my last moments on earth to be delayed because of him.
Chapter 2: Only Memories door, one after the other.
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Tristan didn’t want me to stay in L.A, and I didn’t want to either. I wanted to go back to my hometown.
I arrived at my destination without any problems and stood on the soil of Santa Clara. I hadn’t been back in almost five years.
I first went to the cemetery. “Mom, Dad, Grandpa, Grandma, I’ve come to see you.”
Tristan was right. I was truly alone.
I sat down in front of the tombstone. My parents had died in a car accident when I was young, and my grandparents passed away after I graduated from college. I buried them close to each other for convenience. “I bought a plot nearby for myself too. One, because I really miss you, and two… I think the feng shui is pretty good here, haha.”
I didn’t sit for too long. The weather was already getting cold in early winter, and tiny snowflakes were falling, making my feet numb. “Alright, I’m heading back now. We’ll see each other soon, and I’ll talk to you about what that bastard Tristan has been
up to these past few years.”
“I fiddled with my clothes and left the cemetery. It was time for school to end and I passed by Santa Clara High School and stopped there. Children in school uniforms were all smiling, happy to be on vacation during school time, even if it was just a small weekend break.
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I stood at the entrance for a long time, but eventually I lifted my foot and went inside. “Hey, what are you doing?” The old security guard at the school gate stopped me. I hurriedly said, “My son’s teacher is looking for me!” Maybe it was because my eyes were red, or maybe it was because I was acting so well, but the gatekeeper let me in.
I breathed a sigh of relief and strolled around the school. Some students were playing, and a mischievous boy grabbed a snowball and stuffed it into a girl’s arms, and the girl picked up a broom and chased after him. I watched them laugh, as if I could see my younger self and young Tristan…
my
I walked towards the school building, and tried to look for
old classroom,, still on the first floor. There was no one in the classroom. I gently pulled the door lock, “click,” the door opened. I took steps into the classroom, as if I could capture the memories of the past through the old atmosphere.
I counted, sitting in my old seat, burying my head in my arms. “One, two, three,” this was my trick when I was in school. As long as I counted to three, Tristan would appear in front of me. I looked up to the handsome boy standing next to my desk, reaching out his hand, “Abby, let’s go home.” The most dazzling sunset of the day fell on him, as if it was covering him with a layer of golden light.
“One, two, three,” I opened my eyes, the dream shattered before me. I breathed a sigh of relief and dispelled the unfounded fantasy in my heart, and got up to leave. Before leaving, I turned around for the last time. In the silent room, the girl with her head held high smiled and took the boy’s hand, saying goodbye.
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In the blink of an eye, everything disappeared. Me and Tristan, we can never go back.
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