Sasha entered her room and opened her closet, pulled out her box, and packed all the clothes inside, she didn’t even have the time to fold them neatly, she just wanted to live. She had tried, she thought she could do it and she could have if he had just given her a little bit of his love, she wasn’t asking for much.
She paused and stared at the packed bags and her eyes welled up with tears again, she tried to hold the tears but they forced their way out of her eyes. For many years she had been telling herself that things weren’t working out for them because one, he is gay, and two, they didn’t have the chance to know each other. It was one of the reasons she had decided to stay all this while, she believed if they shared enough time with each other he would grow to love her, guess she
