I honestly don't know what kind of adult grows up dreaming about suffering.
Watching her stand there with that twisted expression while barking orders at me, I could no longer connect her to the gentle, approachable campus beauty she used to be back in college.
Still, I spoke to her in the same calm tone as before, even though all the sincerity behind it was long gone.
"I'm looking already, so stop getting upset. Besides, don't you still have your own job? With the money I gave you before, it should be enough for a while."
"I... I quit too. How is that money supposed to cover both of our expenses?"
Back when I was working, I made about three thousand dollars a month, yet she only left me around seventy bucks for personal spending.
I'd already prepaid three years of rent and utilities
