Isaiah
I walked into the room and closed the door behind me. I was ashamed, and I wanted to be alone. Looking around the room, I could see the magical moments I have spent with her. I could hear the knock and the rattling of the doorknob as if someone wanted to come in.
"Isaiah. Open the door" her voice sounded so cold and so dry. I wanted to break everything and release my frustration. Now that I think about it, it's not a bad idea. I took everything and threw it all on the floor. Nothing in this room was saved, not even the whiskey jars. I sat down in front of the fireplace and put my head in my hands.
Suddenly I found myself sobbing. I couldn't handle it anymore. It was finally catching up to me, and my heart started to hurt. In the middle of my pitiful scene, I coul
