I'm sitting facing the vanity mirror. 

While combing my hair, I saw the tears slowly striding down my face. 

I stood up and took a glance at the empty bed. I took a good look at everything, memorizing every design, the interior and space of the room.

I then pulled out the letter that I wrote from my bag and placed it in the drawer. 

I just smiled bitterly. My heart is breaking. I know that this will be the last time that I'll see myself standing in this room.

This is what he wants and this is what will make him happy.

It's hard but I must let him go. 

"Goodbye..."