I blocked Matt on all social media platforms the moment I got home.Then, I started packing his stuff that was lying around my house—his shirt, his favorite PlayStation, and the cheap plushies he got for me on a whim.Staring at these items, I couldn't help but lose myself in the past.During my sophomore year, just to share something in common with him, I forced myself to minor in Finance, a subject I hated.Once, in my junior year, his gastric condition flared up, and he called me in the middle of the night because he was in pain. I went running to the pharmacy in the pouring rain, stayed by his side all night, and made breakfast for him.When he woke up and noticed me slumped over the side of his bed, he merely gave me a casual "thanks".Later, we became an item. Even though our relationship was kept secret, I was content. I learned to cook for him and even burned my hands on several occasions, all because he told me he wanted some home-cooked food. I burned the midnight oil
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