As Nathan Reed shut the door behind him, I immediately reached for my phone to contact my advisor.
A vehicle was already prepared and waiting on the street below.
I left nothing but a note and silently exited the residence I had called home for more than a decade.
The car drove past my old school, and I lowered the window. It was mealtime, and the air was filled with enticing food aromas. Mixed with the scents of barbecued meats and deep-fried dishes was the subtle, recognizable fragrance of spicy hot pot drifting on the breeze.
My advisor noticed my gaze lingering outside and laughed softly. "What's wrong? Having second thoughts? It's not too late to reconsider."
I shook my head, mustering a weak smile, and raised the window, cutting off the blend of scents and feelings hanging in the air.
From that point forward, Olivia ceased to exist in this world.
The celebration had barely concluded when Nathan Reed hurried to his vehicle, his mind occupied with thoughts of Olivia.