Unconfessed love

Izail was keenly observing the front door of the house , he had a weird expression on his face an expression of fear, like he had lost something mixed with an expression of happiness like he has found something lost , soon a man handed him keys of the house and congratulated him on buying that house , Izail thanked him and went inside . He opened the door and everything was just like before in front of his eyes , it looked like people still lived there , he dropped his bag on floor and headed straight to her room , he slowly walked upstairs talking off his glasses and beanie , these two accessories were his necessities which he always wore in public so no one recognizes him , as he walked upstairs his heart paced faster , he slowly opened the door of her room and took a deep breath , past memories refreshed his mind, it felt like he could smell her fragrance, like he could feel her watching herself in the mirror or sleeping peacefully on the bed , every second his heart ached remembering her , he walked and stopped in front of the her huge human size mirror , and touched the mirror with his finger tips , he than sat on her bed hugging her pillow close to his chest and slept on the bed remembering the past memories, remembering her. Seven hours later , a phone call threw him out of his deep somber , he moved in his bed a little and took the phone out of his jeans pocket with difficulty . He checked the screen to know who was calling it was James his manager , Izail rolled his eyes he did not wanted to attend the call as he knew that receiving the call of James at that time would mean flushing himself with plenty of questions , expelling air through his mouth he got up from the bed and searched for his glasses and beanie , after wearing them perfectly to hide his dark brown locks and pain soaked hazel eyes he locked the main door to go out for a walk.