The clock sticks at 1.
The environment looks calm and quiet, other than my brain.
I walked downstairs slowly, mom and dad were fallen asleep. I opened our front door and peeked out slowly. Everyone was asleep. I went back to my room.
I was feeling so awkward. Even though I had no idea of what's happening next, I felt so guilty.
Maybe because my heart has so many things to say, but has no one to listen to.
When thinking about leaving my beloved and going to a place I have never gone before, I feel like suiciding my self! "How can I leave them?" I questioned myself.
I sat next to my window, I was looking outside. I saw a person walking towards my house. I didn't care about it much, because I was moody.
And then that person stopped straight at my window. He was dressed in dark blue wearing an overcoat.
He looked at my window. And gave a small smile.
* silence *
He removed his glasses and looked straight towards my face.
Then I noticed it was him...