Path We Chose

The final talk they had prompted her to analyze how much he had changed from last year since she first became close to him. From a view, he had definitely became more judgmental using a basis she was not very sure about. His worldview had changed and distrust had started to linger.

This was heading towards incompatibility.

At the very least, he couldn't even read her cynicism and questioned whether she was ever a sarcastic person before. At the most, she couldn't share her worldview without being called a doctrinated pickle.

What went wrong? Nothing, but too much reading and thinking certainly changes people.

So she packed all her stuffs from his house. The toothbrush on the sink went into her backpack.

"Where are you going?" He turned around from his study table.

"Home."

He smiled apologetically and her resolve melted. "Did you not have fun here? I'm sorry-"

"Well you did say if I'm here to study, I might as well not come here," she joked using the words he remarked when he saw her pretending to studying in the living room.

He laughed.

"Exam is the day after. I should be going anyway."

He saw her packing the book she left on his shelf. "Don't pack all your stuff. Leave something.. at least one."

"Oh." How should she rationalize to him. And then she remembered. "I still got my t-shirt here."

"T-shirt?"

"The navy Jakarta."

"Okay."

She hoisted her backpack. "Bye." Something tingled in her heart. "Good luck."