I walked straight to my bedroom and locked the door behind me as I slipped by it to the ground. Tears were not meant to stop that night. Everything that happened that night still feels like a nightmare to me.
It was around 3 am when I started to pack my things. I didn't want to live in that house anymore. It made my heart clench as if I can't breathe in the air in that apartment. The smooth floor froze beneath my feets. I heard his fist smacking towards the door repeatedly that made my body shake each time.
After a continuous knock he suddenly stopped. I was done packing so I came out of the room to see him lying on the sofa, asleep. There was nothing left to say or explain. I thought I knew him well and he knew me well too but that never happened. I was a fool to believe everything he said to me.
