After that photo shoot, the days gone by as if we were not expecting something would happen between the two of us. It was just like any other day. We kept on seeing each other, and do all the things that we wanted to do, until this day.
There were only four days left before that day that Asher was always saying to me would arrive. There were only four days left before that day that I would say my last goodbye at him, and even though that was the case, I was here inside of my apartment, thinking of what I should do because I did not think that I could handle the pain that I would feel.
Just by thinking of it, my heart could not take the pain anymore. Just by thinking of what could possibly happen, it felt like I was already torn apart and could not be fixed again. Just by thinking that we
