We were so in love, I swear.

 But like everything that should come to an end, our love is supposed to be like that too.

 Her cold eyes and words are like a spoiler, trying to tell me how our story would be ending soon. In her every action, I see our end. I started to tell myself it’s not true, but I can feel it all. Like the sad movie that we often watching at every cuddle night we had.

Should I watch it till the end ?

Or should I leave now ?

But What if there’s a twist ?

 "What are you thinking ?" Only after I ask twice, she look at me.

 Those eyes that used to look at me like the sunshine go through my eyes, weren't that bright anymore.

 "I have to leave for work." And Once again, she give me an answer that’s not really an answer.

 Maybe it’s gonna raining soon, that's why she look out the window again. These days, I see a lot of her side profile.

 She let out a sigh and I freeze up in the overflowing silence. Thinking bad things that I shouldn’t have. I realized, My intuitions are always dangerous. I know If I take another step, I’m going to fall. My heart sensitiveness is bad, and I know why. Her mysterious sighs keep increasing, like trying to tell me she shouldn't belong here.

Same as her fleeting heart is starting to leaving with each sigh.

How many times should I knocking on your door to realize that love isn't live there anymore ?

 "are you busy ?"

 "yes, I have to hang up now."

 and just like that, our conversation that didn't last for one minute ended.

 I released a long breath, that's how we become now.

 For some reason, life got busier than before. Days when we contact each other less, those small conversations we forcefully have. Words that are written and erased, ended up not being send.

When the last time we hugged anyway ?

Or kiss ?

 These are all a foreshadowing, maybe it’s a coincidence. but every time I look at the clock, the memories turn against me. It’s like they’re showing me the future, It’s all a cliché. She started to walk away from me, leaving me behind with all the darkness.

 The scenes are so typical though, as if I’ve seen them hundreds of times.

But why do I feel so anxious ?

Or it's just me who didn't want to believe ?

 I wonder, where all the promises we made in the beginning.

did we forget it all because we’re busy ?

Or are we already too busy forgetting it ?

 "I don't want to lose you. No, I can't."

 if you don't want me, I'm not sure if I want myself either.

 "Jennie, did you w