2020-03-29 - Spring Cleaning

Sparrow started with her closet, collecting a box of clothes she wasn't wearing anymore to donate to a thrift store. She moved onto her make-up and art supplies, trashing caked up colors and near-empty containers, maintaining a list of what she'd need to replace. It wasn't much in the end. She'd only moved into the house in August and hadn't brought all that much over from her parents' in the first place. She'd never really been a stuff person.

She was a people person, and that work was going to be a whole lot harder.

Flopping back onto her bed, she took her phone from her pocket and pulled up her text conversations to scroll through them, smiling at a few of the last visible messages, all the flirting and encouragement, all the plans and be-right-theres. Her thumb hovered over the last from Yule. January 23. Assurance that she was on her way over. She knew what was in there, how that text history told a story, how you could go back from that sudden cessation to an empty amiability, careful not to touch on anything important. Then back through a couple of weird fights, communication issues over nearly nothing. Back through plans and promises, through affection and adoration. Through cheesy videos and easy teasing. All the way back to divination and driving, to the bold move which began their brief romance.

She didn't need to read it.

She didn't need to read any of it. With a quick flick back to the top, she selected everything and tapped the trash can, deleting her whole message history. Done. She moved on to her media, filtering through pictures, getting rid of random landscapes and holiday nonsense, pictures of Garrett's dog, anything with Yule in it. She uninstalled games she wasn't playing anymore and reorganized her home screen.

She deleted him from her contacts.

It felt more final than when she'd walked out, more real than that brief run-in at the Waffle Shoppe. Why did this one need so much work to just let go and move on? No. Nope. She knew the minute she started thinking about that, she'd undo all this purposeful work. Time to get up and get on with it.

Phone shoved back into her pocket, she took the trash and donation box downstairs. Time to turn the music up and see to the rest of the spring cleaning.