Standing before the French window, Waylen confronted the absence of the piano, Morning Dew.

It suddenly dawned on him what Rena had intended. Not only did she strive to erase him from her memory but she also yearned for him to do the same.

Recollections flooded his mind of the day she departed, declaring that they would never cross paths again.

In an instant, the world seemed to spin around him and his heart was gripped by an agonizing ache.

Desperate for answers, Waylen retrieved his phone and dialed Rena's number, hoping to inquire. Yet, a mechanical voice echoed through the phone, informing him, "Sorry, the number you have dialed cannot be reached."

Surveying his surroundings, Waylen felt suffocated by the emptiness that engulfed him.

Without warning, he hurled the phone against the wall, shattering it into countless pieces.

Then, driven by an inexplicable compulsion, he vented his frustration by demolishing everything within the apartment.

In the depths of the night, Waylen found himself amidst a heap of ruins, standing tall and resolute.

From the depths of his pocket, he produced a sparkling diamond ring, a token once bestowed upon Rena.

Perhaps this relic was all that remained, a lingering trace of Rena's presence.

As his gaze fixated upon the ring, memories flooded Waylen's mind uncontrollably—a vivid recollection of the day when Rena radiated sheer joy, swiftly followed by the sorrowful visage she wore upon discovering the truth.

Her words echoed in his ears, rejecting the very symbol he held in his hand.

His eyes, tinged with a hint of red, betrayed the emotions that swelled within him.

A peculiar sensation washed over Waylen, overwhelming his being with its intensity.

In his conviction, Waylen had believed he could banish Rena from his thoughts.

He had endeavored to move on, attempting to erase her from his consciousness.

After that fateful day, when reason eluded him, he implored Jazlyn to arrange for the apartment to be cleansed. Subsequently, he threw himself into his work with unwavering determination. Socializing with clients and spending time with Roscoe and his comrades became a regular affair. Yet, he never reached out to Rena again, nor did he deliberately seek information about her.

Not a single soul dared utter Rena's name in his presence.

It seemed that Rena had become a forbidden topic, a secret locked away within his heart.

He chuckled wryly, finding little concern in the fact that his friends refrained from mentioning her as well...

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