I leaned against the side of the door. With the inactive cell phone in my hand, I looked at it curiously and wondered, is there someone looking for me now? Is Donghwa looking for me right now? It had been almost a week since I turned off my cell phone, which seemed frozen in my hand and completely useless.
The screen was black, looked gloomy and there was no hope in it. Staring at my cell phone silently, I didn't want to turn it back on even though I wanted so badly to notify someone at this time, who might not worry me at all, that I would leave and would never want to come back to him again.
Once you threw me out, then at that time everything had ended up like broken glass and would never come back intact like-new glass. Even if you manage to put it back together by using glue, the result would never be the same as before, nor did my feeling.
