I look for my car key, grab any shirt and clothes I can and put it in my bag while I carry a heavy heart. My throat hurts and feeling that even a small air cannot get in my nostrils. I feel like crying but I keep my composure and bearing steady so she will not notice that I am terribly hurt by what she told me.
"If I might regret, let it be my worries..."
Go ahead, I told her. I will be ok without you.
My eyes are tired for staying up late at night wondering if where is she, while I waited and look for my phone if she got the nerve to reply.
