Her things are all over the room. Her scent is much present and his too. The bed is messy and I see their clothes strewn on the floor like they were thrown on the floor in a rush and forgotten to be picked up. Both his and hers.
I know what exactly was happening here and when I look at the bed, I feel my stomach dropping. He may not be bringing her in the bedroom, or opening up completely to her, but they are surely doing other things.
I don't know why I am get inside the room and I find myself walking around the room, to the balcony. I then walk to the closet and push the door open, stepping inside. Her stiff is here too. Her shoes are lined up on one side and then her bags, her expensive looking bags and then clothes on the other. Its all neat in here which solidifies what exactly was going on to leave the room like it is.
