It was the fresh and lively flowers I've seen first, that was place in the table and beside its the dying flower and that's why I stopped walking. When he noticed that I stopped walking he saw where my stares landed, and he stare at me lovingly like I'm the only one matters to him.
"I imagine one day you'll appear in front of me, in our home, I wanted to give you flowers everyday."
"I didn't expected to be here"
" Why? You leave me again? Let's stop running, no one's in race anyway. If you're afraid that people may hurt your or your family, don't worry they'll hit me first and no one can ever hit and hurt you, okay?"
He went to the kitchen while I was behind him roaming around my once home, I realized it's not the place that make it home but it was the person that feels home, wher
