"I need to get out of this place. I need to get out of this place." Haru's hands shake as she pulls her shirts out in panic. She throws them inside a bag she grabbed from the closet too. "I dont want to be here. No. No. No," Her tears blurring out her vision as she zips up her bag, she grabs her coat and stops when she sees their wedding photo on the desk, she slides down on the floor. Covering as more cries escapes . She fists her hands and repeteadly hits her chest. "I cant, it hurts so much." She cries.

How can something so perfect be broken so easily?

She wipes her tears away and pushes herself up, she needs to leave before he comes home. She knows he will follow her. She opens the door out of the room, quickly leaving their house and grabs a taxi. She sits at the back, silently crying as the image replays again and again in her mind, stabbing her heart each time.

"Where are you headed to?" The taxi driver asks and looks at her, and sees her crying form, he suddenly feels uneasy. For broad daylight, there he has a crying passenger. 

She sniffs, and looks around. Her mind all blank. "I.." She starts, but bursts out crying. "I dont know anymore."

Mark fails to catch her, he was driving fast but Haru was faster to leave the house. He opens the door and his eyes widen. There he sees the closet open, most of her clothes gone. He walks slowly to the bed, sitting down. He couldnt think straight anymore, his mind keeps on replaying how she looked like when she left the classroom. Frustrated, he runs his