I stare at him.

I move closer to where he was, extended my right arm to touch his shoulders but he moved farther away. What's happening?

I open my mouth to ask what's wrong, but decided against it when I saw the disgust in his eyes. I close my mouth and looked away.

"You believe them, then?"

I felt his eyes fall on me. He was staring while the tears are threatening to fall from my eyes.

He took a step closer to me, but I shake my head. He stopped, looked down and balled his fist. I let out a long sigh before turning away from him. From this room. from our memories.

"I'm tired of explaining anyway," I raise my hand and waved. "Goodbye,"

I swear I could have heard him cursing and crying at the same time, and I would have come back and hugged him, but I was past that already. I'm done being nice. I'm done being branded as crazy. I'm tired.

So, so tired.