But when the door was closed, he was left sitting alone on the floor in the empty room.
But my mind could not help but slide to that summer when I first met...
Duplicitous possessiveness × stubborn and fragile beauty
The sweetness of the past is torn apart bit by bit by the abuse of the present
They were once so close, yet so far away
This is a story about "reunion, misunderstanding, and not letting go".
Every harsh word hides the love that I dare not say out loud.
Every time we leave, it is to come back to each other again.
Intent: A story about love and possession, understanding and reconciliation