(letty’s)
I heard the door creaked so I opened my eyes. There he is. The stranger who claims to be my boyfriend.
“Are you confused with the sudden turn of events?” he asked.
“Absolutely.”
“We called your parents. I think it’ll be better if you’re with them.” He said and left the room.
I can see that he’s hurt.
His bloodshot eyes, his messy hair, his puffy eye bags, the dried tear stains on his cheeks.
I wish I could remember what he means to me as much as I mean to him.
