“Don’t leave me..” I told her while holding the hem of her hoodie. 

“…Please,” I begged while fighting not to look at her face looking at the floor. I can’t look at her, I can’t, or else I would look dumb crying over someone who doesn’t even care about me anymore, yet here I am begging her again. Not to leave me all alone.

“You know I needed to do this,” She spoke softly, yet I can tell from her tone that she’s dead serious.

“I don’t need to always repeat myself, do I? Sorry but I need to leave now or else I would be late for my flight. Take care of yourself.” She removed my hand on her clothing, and just like that. She’s gone. She left me permanently, alone.