Being locked up inside a room without anything to eat nor change got me thinking out loud, the door's suddenly pushed open and I saw the same person who kept me in holding a suitcase in his hand.

"Is that for me?". I asked.

"Yes, it is" he answered in a cold and tasteless tone to me, scrubbing every bit of love left in my heart.

He moved his way closer, tossed the suitcase in front and eyes locked his eyes with mine for a while, it was strange because behind his nasty attitude to me, I could still see a bit of affection in his eyes, that got me...