(CLOE'S POV)
My life feels stagnant like nothing was changing or about to change either for the better or for the worst. Maybe, Kyle was right. I can move on because I'm still waiting and hoping for him. Even, I keep on believing that I can leave without him, and even I kept on saying I don't want to disturb his life, there's still a part of me that kept on hoping that he will hold me again the way he held me before.
"We're here; that's my home," I pointed out to Kyle as we were about to reach the front of our house.
"It's dark. No one's inside?" Kyle furrowed his brow while looking at our house.
"Oh, I forgot to open the garden light before I go," I just smiled, trying to shrug off his remark.
"I'm asking you, are you alone in that house?" He asked again.
"Hmm," I nodded," I am, and I already got used to it. I've been alone in this house for years now," I replied with a smile.
