On the first day that he was gone, Hazel decided that as long as he came back, she would cook his favorite dish, carrot stewed with yellow beef, for him.
The day after that, she told herself that she wouldn't get angry if he laughed at her or teased her.
On the third day, she could only sigh deeply in depression. She swore to herself that if he was ever unhappy in the future, she would be willing to be his punching bag and trash bin so he could vent out his grievances.
However, three whole days had already passed, but Zac still hadn't shown up.
The days without him were boring.
She ate, watched TV, and went shopping alone. It was as if she was the only one left in the world.
Time ticked by unbearably slowly.
Every day seemed like an entire century.
Hazel leaned against the sofa in a trance. She couldn't even get excited at new orders.
'Where did he go?
Has his hand recovered? Is he still angry?
Why hasn't he come back?' Hazel's mind was full of questions.
