"What are you doing?" He said with a hint of anger in his voice. "Packing my things up." I replied trying to make my voice seem calm. "Where are you going?" He asked again. "Somewhere." I replied shortly. With that I turned the doorknob of our apartment slowly leaving him. Living my life. I hurriedly rolled my bags into the elevator and when I finally stepped in, my tears started to fall from my eyes. Five years ago I thought that my relationship with him will be forever. Well, I guess everything I thought was impossible to happen. Then Reality comes f*cking everything up.