We eventually had to get out of the room. Even though I had assured Neil that I wasn't feeling guilty for whatever happened between us, a part of me was scared, because I didn't want to get used to Neil.
He still didn't remember anything - he might say that he loved me, but once he regained his memories, there were chances that he would have a mood shift, and would realise the mistake he was making now.
That's why now, I left all my thoughts and inhibitions. I didn't give a f**k if I would be heartbroken after this.
I had already been in too deep - already had the risk of getting my heart broken; might as well go all the way in.
The saddest part of the journey came - we had to return home. With that, we had to face, once again, all the problems and responsibilities that we had left
