Broken

The suitcase I had been lugging around was becoming increasingly heavier. Its weight was starting to drag me down with every passing minute.

  "Oh, I don't need this anymore."

With a sudden impulse, I threw the suitcase onto the nearby leather sofa, causing it to collide with a loud thud. My tired arms finally got a break as the suitcase rested on the seat.

"Isn't that rather disrespectful?"

"Isn't the suitcase yours anyways."

She hesitated for a moment before responding, "Well, yes. But what about the contents inside?"

"I don't need them anymore," I replied. "Feel free to throw them out."

A long, drawn-out sigh escaped her lips - her expression remaining impassive and unchanging as always.

"You can go now."

I nodded curtly and swiftly made my exit from the room, trying my best to ignore her apathetic stare through the transparent glass pane.