That same night, I sent my reply to Northbridge Global, the company I'd been hoping to join.
"I've already resigned. I can start whenever you need me."
The reply came almost at once. "It really was worth all the times we reached out to you. Tomorrow's the weekend, so you can start Monday."
After confirming, I began clearing Tristan's things out of my apartment. He'd told me that, to keep our coworkers from finding out, he could only stay over on weekends, and he always took every piece of clothing with him when he left. So all I had of his were the everyday items I'd put together for him: a toothbrush, a towel, a pair of slippers. In six years, we had no keepsakes between us. Not even a single photo together.
It took me ten minutes. Everything connected to him went into the trash.
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