The Toothbrush You Left at My Place, Do You Still Want It?

After breaking up, she cried and said, 'You're the perfect person to marry.' But when I touched her hand, she flinched as if shocked. She kept the playlist I loved, insisted on giving me stomach medicine, and the wind on the back of her electric bike cut like a knife. Late at night, she sent a message: 'The toothbrush you left at my place, do you still want it?' I replied, 'Throw it away.' She instantly responded, 'Okay.' Three months later, at a mutual friend's wedding, I was toasting with my new girlfriend. She dug her nails into her palm but smiled at others, saying, 'The bride is really beautiful.' Drunk, she cornered me in the restroom, her lipstick smeared: 'You said... you threw everything in the car away?' 'The diamond ring, I hid it in the spare tire... two years ago.' I loosened my tie and sneered, 'It's in the trash now.' — Description from novelcodex.org