He just looks at the bag and says nothing while clenching his jaw, his lips are pressing in a thin line. He squeezes his eyes shut, takes a deep breath before he grabs the bag on the floor.
I look away because I can’t take it seeing him leaving me without a guarantee that I’m going to see him again.
He’s going to leave, and he doesn’t even say a word. I think I’m dying because it hurts like hell. I hear footsteps and the door closing. I slump down the floor and hug myself as I welcome my agony.
I burst into cry until I can’t breathe. I never cried like this before, even when my mom died. I love my mother so much, but it never hurts like this. I never thought that I’m capable of loving someone so much that destroys me, that it will end me. I never thought that seeing him leaving hurts mo
