Mason's watch proved to be truly valuable.
I sold it for six million dollars, then contacted the jeweler from before, hoping to buy back my mother's heirloom.
However, I was informed that the jewelry set had already been sold.
With no time to spare for sadness, I left the bracelet in the rented apartment.
In the last second before boarding the plane, I sent Mason a final message.
"Let's break up. You win."
After deleting all memories, I removed the SIM card and snapped it in half.
I arrived in Los Angeles, the city of my mother's dreams.
Before meeting Mason, I had always dreamed of opening my own coffee shop.
Due to his "illness," this plan had been delayed for a long time.
Now, with the money I exchanged, I secured a small storefront.
I cut my long hair short, dyed it chestnut brown, bidding farewell to the past.
The coffee shop's business gradually picked up, and I began to enjoy this busy yet fulfilling life.