“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep.” Were my last words, my last words to him before I my heels, leaving him behind in the snow. Cliché, I know. But besides that, I felt glad that it was snowing. That was the end of our story, and the snow helped hid me away from his sight and him away from me. And besides that, it just add more effect, isn’t that great?

I just walked and walked, letting my feet lead me to wherever it wanted to go, and surprisingly, I stopped in front of the door of our apartment. I twist the handle, stepping foot in the dark room as I switch on the lights. I walked in our apartment; this place was like my second home. I looked at every corner of the small room while tracing my fingertips on the wall. How long have we been together? 5 years? How did things become like this? I just... Don’t understand how we just ended like that…