He seemed to understand and maybe going out from the room is the best choice for his life. An expression of hurt caught by my eyes and I feel a sudden weight pressed onto me. I felt guilty but that's the way it should be so.

I let out a deep sigh after the sound of the door closed. There's always be a reason behind every actions. And no matter how bad I treated him, it's because of a reason.

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I'm confused with my own self. Why can't I be honest? Why am I acting like this to him? Why can't I just do it in purpose?

Did I feel that lonely? Why didn't I spend more time when he's around? Why did I regret everything after he's gone?

What happened to me?

Am I really just being myself?

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