Booth told me to be patient. . .
I can interpret this sentence as, because he will definitely come back, but this is only my hope, because he left the room that day. Today is the second week, and there is no shadow of him.
Clothes are gone, so are school supplies. . .
He doesn't want to see my face.
I tried to understand everything by myself, but nothing came of it, because I didn't understand what he was doing and what was happening, and I didn't know why Bobbs kept me waiting.
Wait for what! What do you want me to wait for? I can't stand the pain!
I don't know how many times I have to cry every day, but every time I go back to my room and see that everything is still the same, just like when Inn was still there, I can't help crying.
Do you want me to live like breathing? At least
