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⊱Your footsteps resound in our rooms. My legs were so weak, and my eyes were so tired.
"I don't want to continue with this" you said as you wandered around the room gathering your things that were once ours.
So suddenly, I didn't see it coming. How could? Although I lived for you, and you swore that too, but I don't know. I thought I was sure I knew what you felt.
Now I see how wrong I have been. "because?" I whisper weakly. As if it were made of glass, my heart was broken by a hammer that were your words.
As the waves break against the shore and the sand. Gilepest without care the sheets that I carefully ordered that morning. That old suitcase that I gave you for the shared dream of wanting to travel on our honeymoon.
But he never failed, why? Deep down I think I know. You don't justify yourself, nor do you seem to be able to answer.
If you let me try to guess what you're feeling for the last time, I think you don't want this. But life guided you to this path, or did you choose it that way?
That breaks my heart, you chose. And again, you didn't choose me. You keep your clothes in our suitcase, now your suitcase.
You don't answer me, I don't think I want to listen to you either, but deep down I just wanted an excuse, albeit a silly one. I no longer want silence.
"For many things... Don't make it difficult" your words sound so strange to me. As if you were not your version for me, maybe that version ceased to exist years ago.
What was it that changed? I didn't ask you, although that doubt resonated in my mind, why do you do it? Why do you destroy our dreams? Our life.
Tears fall from my eyes but still no intention on your part to wipe them, you don't look at me either. Your name leaves my lips, an old whisper.
You stop, I hope you look at me, you just lower your head. My mind is lost in doubts, which you will not be able to answer, I no longer have the voice to ask.
You let go of that cute sound you make when you don't know what to say, I love him so much, I love you so much.
I know that no matter what I tell you, don't stop, you'll leave even if I don't want it.
"It's complicated, Hina" that nickname from the young years. My Sobs fill the room, I feel so weak Would you catch me, would you calm me down with your arms? Would you make me laugh one last time?
Or would you do it with someone else? It's so good, maybe I deserve it. "How complicated?" I asked, you didn't look at me but I did at you.
Your hair was a little longer, it was no longer blonde like years ago.
Youth is gone, and you went with it, we stopped being two when we stopped being children, right? Even if it was so sudden.
You close the suitcase and take it, look at me and lower your head. Your eyes have that sparkle, yet you look so sad. "Too much," you whisper, looking at the rug we both compared when we moved in.
The house is full of memories together, do you remember all the resources? I forgot some. You look up, you see me one last time.
There are tears in your eyes but you're not crying, not like me. "I'm sorry" you whisper but still you go, you leave the room with the suitcase in your hand. And I stay there, looking at our bed.
That photo at our table, where we were together with our friends, your friends. I barely remember the names of some. They only went to our wedding, giving congratulations almost empty but for me.
They were strangers who knew your name, who knew you, and who barely knew my name. I was your motivation, because they don't know me, but they were different lives, right? That's what you told me that time.
The front door closes, the house is empty, just filled with furniture you once called ours. Are they still both right? Even if you don't come back
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