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... Disclaimer: I edited the cover but the photo is not mine. PS: This is my first published story and It's kind of hard for me to start over again to the things that I'm passionate about but hey! I'm finally able to start a new chapter in my life. Hope you enjoy this story of mine as much as I enjoy writing and stressing about what will happen in the next chapters. Please leave out your opinion in the comment section. I highly appreciate it. Grazie e resta benedetto ♡