A World At End

Ava chased him out and stood in front of the door, watching his car drive away from West Street.

She lowered her head to look at the business card in her hand. No wonder he exuded an artistic energy, as warm and light as a cup of autumn tea. 

They should be able to meet again, right? She shook her head. Who could tell what fate was? She didn't think about it anymore. She returned to the courtyard and went upstairs with her suitcase.

When she opened the door, the falling dust hit her nose. The furniture was still there, but was covered with thick dust. It was right that she didn't dispose.off the apartment, otherwise she would have nowhere to go.

She put down my luggage and started to clean with a hoover and feather duster. When she was about to get some water to wash, the middle age neighbor knocked on the door. "Ava, it's really you who's back. I thought I was hearing things."