"At least stay for another day, so we can make sure there are no complications before you're discharged."
The next day, my best friend helped me complete the discharge paperwork.
The doctor repeatedly emphasized the precautions, especially stressing the importance of uterine recovery.
The doctor said seriously, "The endometrium is severely damaged, you must take care of yourself properly. You also need to prepare yourself mentally. It will be very difficult for you to get pregnant in the future."
I calmly accepted the news.
When I got home, I started packing my things.
IELTS score, admission letter, passport, flight ticket, everything was ready. Looking at the things that reminded me of the past with Kenneth in the house, I only felt disgusted.
I grabbed a trash bag and threw everything related to him into it.
In the end, our four years together amounted to nothing more than eight bags of trash.
Before I left, I sent Kenneth one last message. [Thank you for the 'guidance' over the past five years. I wish you and Yara a lifetime of happiness.]
I deleted all of his contact information and blocked him on social media.
As I stepped into the taxi heading to the airport, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
‘Goodbye, Kenneth. Goodbye, my once naive love.’
