Heather did not leave London. She rented an apartment near the college and delivered a sugar‑free soy latte every morning.On the first day, I had the doorman throw it away.On the second day, I returned it intact.Later, she no longer left a signature and only placed a thermos at the door. I still did not drink it.When winter arrived, the school held an annual artwork exhibition.I reassembled the broken piece into three sections, preserving all the cracks. In the center of the work was my father’s stopped pocket watch.I named it "Leaving".The judges asked me why I did not hide the cracks.I touched the sharp, broken edges. "Because once something is broken, it is broken. Covering it up does not mean it was never damaged."Leaving won the top prize that year.On the day of the award ceremony, Heather sat in the last row.When the applause started, she stood up too.I saw her eyes were red, but I did not approach her.After the event, she handed my tutor a folder. Insid
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