Moving Forward

One cardboard box sat on the table in the middle of the room. The table, the bed, the drawer, and even the desk were in the apartment before I came in almost four years ago. It would've been a nightmare to disassemble and pack them.

The sunlight coming through the windows and the door illuminated the naked walls.

I stepped out into the balcony for the last breaths of fresh air in the apartment.

No emotions had hit me after deciding to move out. I believed I hadn't assimilated it. I still didn't feel anything, yet the car engines and the sirens put a smile on my face, for a weird reason.

Kyōko was waiting for me in her car, so I stepped back inside and locked the glass door.

A groan came out of my mouth when I pulled up the box from the table. The case for my computer was inside, including its hardware. I was too lazy to take it apart and then assemble it again. The only time I had done it, one of the RAM sticks stopped working.