Summer feels cold to me. I was curled up in a ball in my bed unwilling to go out. The curtains were covering the sunlight which wanted to shine in my dark and empty room. I was swallowed by the loneliness I felt inside and I allowed it to consume me.
Yesterday, you went to my apartment and so I was beyond happy. My eyes teared up and I almost choked you for hugging you tight. You awkwardly hugged me back but I didn't care. I buried my face into your chest and inhaled your familiar scent. It smelt home, in fact you are my home.
I never realized the box that was layed down on the floor beside you until I looked down. I wasn't sure if you saw the pain in my eyes when I looked at you but what was the point for hiding it, you broke my walls and see through me. Your eyes were anywhere but me and you cleared your throat to ease the painful silence.
The box contained the pictures I gave you. The photo album which composed of the memories we once had. I noticed when I opened the box the letters I had been writing up until now, they were not opened. I gulped the lump on my throat, I did not want to break down in front of him.
I invited you in for a cup of coffee but you declined. You sighed and mouthed 'Thank you' one last time and then turned your back to me. You went inside your car and honked once and then you left. I was stilled on the doorframe holding the box in my hands.
Once again, I allowed my tears to flow freely from my eyes. Once again I saw a familiar scene in front of me.
You turning your back to me.
