That was the worse news I've heard in the year.

I was so glad to be back, to be able to see your face again.

When I thought I still have a chance, when I thought you are still there waiting for me, when I thought it is finally the right time. 

But thoughts are just thoughts. 

My heart, it skips, it sinks. 

It skipped when I saw you heading towards my direction from afar, but it started to sink when you opened your mouth. 

It no longer starts with 'Hey baby' or 'Ji', there was totally no name of affection. 

"I'm over you." Your facial expression didn't change a single bit when you said that. "It's time to let go."

You said that you're over me, you told me to let go.

That was the first thing that came out of your mouth when you sat down; I didn't even have a chance to say a simple 'Hi' or "I'm back."

Even the cup of your favourite latte was untouched, the foam was slowly fading away.

My heart, it crash, it bleed. 

How could this happen to us? To me?

"I-I got to go." You killed the silence and brought me back to reality, looking out of the cafe through the clear glass. 

I followed your direction and saw a Volkswagen outside of the cafe, and everything came clear to me.

I just merely left overseas to get healed.