Looking at his resolute departure, I lowered my head and smoked a cigarette. What brought us to this part? I thought our love would last forever, but I didn't expect you to be just a passerby in my life.
The always proud eyes revealed for the first time an unconcealed vulnerability. There was confusion in his eyes, and I wanted to catch up with him, pull him and say, don't leave me alone. But he just refused to lower his proud head.
Squatting on the sofa, hugging myself tightly, and said to myself in my heart:
"It doesn't matter. You can live better alone. There is no one in the world who cannot survive without the other."
"Fuck, why, why?" I yelled loudly to the empty room, but whispered feebly.
"I just want someone to accompany me. I don't want to live alone. Is this too much to ask for?"