This relationship was doomed from the start. You knew. She knew. You both were together maybe a month or so but only slept together and sometimes communicated almost normally and not tensely. You both did not talk about the relationship, did not ask questions what kind of relationship is this? Who we?

Nothing. And nothing came to an end. In the end, Pamela just left and blocked you from all managers leaving an empty space as if this room had never smelled of flowers and chamomile tea. Maybe you could go to her but it's unlikely that she'll want to see you at all, it's pointless. You have more important things to do even if the bitterness in your throat gets in the way.

It's bothering you... Something's bothering you. You fidget in bed before rubbing your back with your hand and looking around you realize that your window is open and ivy is peeking out of it and tickling your back with some kind of paper. For hell...

You grab the paper realizing what it is and the ivy immediately slips out of the window and disappears into the darkness of the night. "Go up to the roof." The only thing written there. This toadstool. Of course, you immediately get up and put on your house clothes, put on your slippers before climbing the stairs to the roof and looking out, noticing a familiar figure standing peacefully and looking at the sky.

— "Can't sleep?"

Pamela's sarcastic tone didn't even change for all time.