---- Chapter 8 After getting back home, Madeline stared at the lit -up night light by her bed while a flash of sadness appeared in her eyes. There was a picture of a couple leaning against each other on the night light, reminding her of the times when Timothy used to protect her in his arms back in their earlier days. However, everything was now in the past. Madeline just sighed softly before turning off the night light. She found the suitcase she used when she was a college student. If she was going to be stationed overseas at a project site, she didn't need to bring with her any of her non-essential belongings. She hadn't packed the daily necessities in the room yet. However, she began packing all of her other items into her suitcase. There was a lucky amulet on the glass shelf that Timothy had gotten for her in Icehill, and a bottle of perfume that he had personally concocted for ---- her in Furlough. Plenty of other limited releases, luxury items, jewelry, and even designer clothing were laid down on their bed. Needless to say, Timothy had been very generous in showering her with all sorts of expensive gifts. "Maddie, I can give you the entire world if that's what you want. "Maddie, this will be our home from now on!" "Maddie, you used to be alone in the past, but it's not the same anymore. You've got me now." Madeline felt as though she could still hear those touching words from him. However, the more she thought of it, the more hilarious and pathetic she realized it was. She grabbed a pair of scissors and destroyed all of the jewelry and designer clothing that she hadn't even touched before throwing them into the trash. Every snip was firm and decisive. ---- The suitcase started filling up with her belongings, but ironically, her heart grew emptier instead. It felt as though a hole had been torn in the walls of her heart, and a cold draft was blowing in through that hole. She suppressed the melancholy in her heart and opened the bottom drawer of her dresser. There was a diary inside with yellowing pages, filled with her younger self's handwriting as they jotted down memories of her childhood. The contents of the diary started off being about mundane bits and pieces in her life. Gradually, the messy handwriting turned neater, and the pages began describing more and more of her interactions and daily musings about Timothy. Madeline flipped through the pages one by one, her vision gradually blurring with tears. The last page was a line from Timothy, written there after their high school graduation, just before he flew abroad for college. "Maddie, don't forget to eat healthily and live happily while I'm overseas. Take good care of