Home Mika woke up when she felt hungry. She sat on the bed while trying to remember what really happened to her last night. She tried to remember things from last night but she can't. She looked at herself. She's still wearing her nightgown. 'Was it a dream, then?' her mind thought. She stood up and got out of her room immediately. She went to the fridge to drink some water before sitting on the couch. There, she saw a piece of paper, with a small rectangular thing. A voice recorder. She opened the letter which answered her question. It was not a dream. Hey there, love. By the time you read this, I might be already at the airport, or worse, I'm already on my way to Amsterdam. The sight of you, reading this tore my heart apart. This means that I'm already out of your life for good. T

