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I reflexively asked who it was,then realized no one could hear me.Floating to the door,I saw Ethan.
He was back?Was he here to pick up his luggage?No,he had told me to throw it away.But I hadn't had the time to do it yet.Ethan stood at the entrance,looking around the house.Finally,his eyes fixed on the photo on the entrance cabinet,a photo of him and me taken at the school gate after the college entrance examination.
Ethan let out a soft laugh,but there was no trace of joy in his expression.Instead,there was a bit of self-mockery and bitterness.Well,after all,we had known each other for so many years.If I were in his shoes,I wouldn't feel good either.
I saw Ethan walking into my room.After our most serious argument,we started sleeping in separate rooms,like two separate worlds,not interfering with each other.This was probably the first time he had taken the initiative to step into my room since we started sleeping seperately.
Ethan wasn't interested in my life,so he didn't care about what I did,what I liked,or what kind of life I led at home alone.The most he ever said to me was"Do as you like,"and gradually,I stopped sharing my thoughts and feelings with him.
We were like the most familiar strangers,exactly what that phrase described.
At this moment,he entered my room and opened my wardrobe.Probably because that when someone dies in our part of the world,some of their everyday clothes should be burned for them to take to the afterlife.I saw Ethan get lost in thought among my clothes.He probably didn't pay attention to my clothes on a daily basis and couldn't remember which ones I wore the most.
Ethan's fingers shuttled through the clothes until I saw his hand stop on a light blue dress.
It was the dress I wore on the day we got our marriage certificate.I saw his gaze fixed on that dress.Maybe he remembered it too.
Ethan liked blue,so I also came to like blue because of him.This dress was chosen for me by Ethan's mother when we were shopping.I still remembered that when I wore this dress to Ethan's house,his mother asked him,"Doesn't Amelia look nice in this dress?"Ethan didn't want to answer at first,but couldn't resist his mother's eager gaze and finally replied,"Nice,"then lowered his head for some reason.
That was the first time I saw him with that kind of expression.He,who was not one for words,could also show such a shy look.
So that light blue dress had a very special meaning to me.I wondered if I could receive it if he burned it for me.As I was thinking this,Ethan suddenly seemed to speed up his search.I saw him randomly take out many more clothes and put them together.Probably he didn't want to be immersed in such memories either.
Just as he picked up a piece of clothing from the top cabinet,something fell out along with it.I moved closer to see that it was a half-knitted sweater.
Ethan picked it up and looked at it for a few more seconds.There was a label on the sweater.He took it out,and it said,"Christmas gift for Ethan."
At this moment,I also remembered.This sweater was knitted by me for him last winter.But halfway through knitting,I had another argument with him.After the argument,I secretly swore to myself that I would never be so eager to please him again,so I stopped working on this sweater.But I had put a lot of effort into knitting this sweater.The color and texture of the wool were both things I liked.I really couldn't bear to just throw it away.I was just waiting for the time when I had time to modify it and wear it myself.Who would have thought that I would forget about this sweater after putting it in the wardrobe for so long.
I had a habit of attaching a small label to every handmade item.Looking at this label now,I just felt that Ethan was really my whole world at that time.
Ethan held that sweater,but his hands couldn't stop shaking.His eyes were bloodshot,but there were no tears.The next moment,I heard him growl,"Amelia,stop fucking joking.How could you be dead?"
