As I searched for Drogo in what would now be our room, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. The "we" that once existed between us was no more.
My eyes landed on my little puppy, curled up at the foot of the bed, wearing the same sweater I had taken off earlier. It was now his, a small comfort at this moment of heartbreak. I noticed his food and water cup on the side, a sign that Eliza had come to care for him.
"Hello, little one," I whispered, my voice filled with a mix of sorrow and determination. "We are moving rooms."
Drogo responded by showering me with affectionate licks as if he knew I needed comfort.
It was time for me to leave this place, as staying here only brought me more pain. I couldn't help but berate myself for being such a fool. I had believed in fairy tales,
