I lay down at the bed and rolled on it, scattering my golden hair on the soft cushion made for the queen.
From time to time if I don't make myself busy, flashbacks of that rainy afternoon comes back to me. Those warm feelings that was immediately turned upside down when he suddenly left selfishly.
Just thinking about it, I unconsciously crumpled the bed as much as I could to subside the pain etched in my heart as much as I could.
"What the hell are you doing… Where the hell are you… This isn't what you told me about… If you really did intend to protect me… then why am I feeling this pain… why does it… why does it hurt so much? How can you do this to me if you really love me?"
With no one to talk to I can only drown in my own sadness, even though how much I try to deny it, even how much I try to turn this grief into hate, the truth doesn't change.
He's no longer here.
