Enough of the Troubled Boyfriend Chapter 2

I sat on the sofa for a long time before dragging my exhausted body up to clean the living room.

I retrieved the gift from the trash can. I had run to a dozen different shops in another country to find this, picking it out with so much care. But the person it was for hadn't even glanced at it. He didn't cherish it. So, like the rest of the wreckage scattered across the floor, it was worthless.

After cleaning the living room, I went to the bedroom to pack.

This was Jerry's home. Every corner of it was filled with traces of me. The mugs we picked out together, the throw blanket, the matching sets of dishes...

I only packed a few items of clothing and walked out with my suitcase.

As I reached the door, a flash of yellow fur shot out in front of me. As if to block my path, Pudding flopped down in the middle of the living room and refused to move, his round eyes fixed on me.

When I first found him, he was dirty and rail-thin, clearly malnourished. Now, his fur was fluffy and glossy. He was an undeniably handsome cat.

I knelt down. In a rare exception, Pudding didn't shrink from my touch. I stroked his head.

"I'm leaving now. He'll take care of you from now on."

Pudding would probably like that. He always preferred Jerry anyway. Not like me, the person he never let get close.

I carefully pried his claws from where they were hooked into my pant leg. Ignoring his frantic meows, I picked up my suitcase and left.