Prologue

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A vivid memory. That keeps lingering in my head. Artworks that were scattered on the floor. Photos that were hanging on each side of the walls. I can't help but smile at those.

As I walked past it, I saw your door.

How many years has it been?

Your voice that keeps my heart warm whenever I always hear and those exquisite eyes of yours that makes me tear.

Why do you have to do this to me?

I stopped by your door. Contemplating if this is the right thing to do.

Will I be free from this ache?

That by entering your room will give me answers to that day when you say goodbye...

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