She hadn't taken any of these possessions with her!

These mementos incessantly served as poignant reminders of her presence in his life.

Lately, Waylen battled with insomnia.

Despite his weariness from work, slumber eluded him.

In the early hours of the morning, fleeting thoughts would fleetingly suggest that Rena was still by his side. He yearned to bestow upon her a tender morning kiss or partake in passionate intimacy.

Yet, all he could embrace was her pillow.

Waylen concluded his glass of red wine and made his way to the bedroom.

He Lay on the bed for a while, only to rise once more and journey towards the bathroom.

Moments later, water cascaded over his body.

Within the sound of the flowing water, suppressed moans intermittently echoed.

Eventually, Waylen returned to bed.

He extinguished the lights, yet the darkness intensified his sense of desolation.

He longed for Rena, yearning to be entwined with her in a passionate embrace.

It had been almost a month since their Last intimate encounter.

*

Early in the morning, Claribel resumed her duties, returning to clean the apartment and prepare breakfast.

Waylen emerged from the bedroom.

Unaware of Rena‘s departure, Claribel inquired naturally, “Has Miss Gordon woken up?"

Waylen adjusted his tie.

Taking a seat at the dining table, he sipped his coffee before calmly stating, “We've broken up! She has moved out."

Claribel realized her inadvertent blunder and quickly apologized.

Waylen opened the newspaper, remarking, “It's of no consequence.”