I felt I was going to cry, but I kept telling myself it would be better for him. I tidied up and went to my room. Before I entered, I had a look at his door. It wasn't closed properly. I lowered my head and went into mine. I had a shower and climbed into my bed. I hadn't taken my pills yet. I didn't want to sleep. I looked at his picture for a while.
I remembered how we were daydreaming about a lot of things regarding our future. We didn't know what was coming. The only thing we really wanted was to stay together. We said there is nothing that can keep us apart.
And now? Actually, there is nothing that could keep us apart, except one thing. Me. How is it possible to feel exactly the opposite way as I felt in the afternoon? Why is my brain playing with me like this? Is it really what I
