It's been more than a week already, a long and miserable week that had passed since I got mercilessly thrown out from Gabriel's residence. Since then, I haven't received any calls or messages from him, not even a single one, which added to the grief and angst that I was feeling towards the both of them.
I wanted and eagerly desired to have a word with him, to clarify everything and know his side on why he abruptly made such a decision, but I was restricted from his building as well and he wasn't answering my calls.
I was left on the cold dark sideways and was out of the picture with just a blink of an eye. Though I could still use his extension card nonetheless, it wasn't just his money that I needed from him. All the turmoil and the derange awakening that I am being trapped at now, both mentally and emotionally, only revived the excruciating pain and the pity I felt for myself in the past years of my life, but it doubled because I gave my all to him.
