I look straight at the windows. How many days have passed already? Two? Five? I can’t remember. What I know is that I am feeling so empty inside while I keep on sitting in front of the wide window, inside the room, a cage that Ralph put me in.

I could only see Edison in every corner of this room every time I looked at it. And it’s real torture for me to stay here in the same room where we used to sleep together… where we used to make love. Sometimes, I could feel he is just here or he’s just going to enter the room any time soon....