I wandered aimlessly through the streets for most of the day.
Agreeing to that young woman’s request had been simple enough for me.
“I promised her,” I muttered to myself, staring down at the dusty pavement. “But where do I go from here?”
Deep down, I hated the thought of keeping the clothes and money he had given me.
If I was truly going to walk away from him, I wanted to cut all ties completely and leave with a clean slate.
Yet if I left everything behind, I would be left with nothing at all.
I had no destination, no one to turn to, and not even a single meal guaranteed for the day.
Faced with no other choice, I was forced to take those belongings with me.
When no one was paying attention, I packed up my few things and quietly slipped out.
I didn’t regret my choice.
Yet my heart felt completely hollow—drifting aimlessly like a stray cloud in the sky, with nothing to hold onto.
I rented a tiny, cramped room, hid inside, and fell into a deep, heavy sleep that lasted the entire day.