It was Monday, first January when he did realized that he would be a freshman in school at his suburb neighborhood.

That’s concluded why he was being fretting all over the times right from the simplest things to the complex ones –like how to make the breakfast (because how would he survive alone in the apartment that he will shared with another boy and he was a bad cooker and he didn’t know that his housemate would be a super cooker).

And the next day would be his first day officially moving out from his eighteen years old living in the old Victorian bungalow, away from his too much-caring and supporting parents, his annoying yet carefree older brother which was two years older than him and his two months puppy.

Oh, how on earth he could live dependently because the moment his right foot on the apartment basement, he already regretted leaving his haven; the bedroom. There were too many memories kept and hidden in there and he won’t sleep in the same spot again. Unless if he was going home during weekend and locked himself only to snuggle with his favorite blanket since he was ten.

His fingers felt clammy and cold. Yet, he stiffly curled them into a fist, bringing the numb ball of fingers right to knock the door.

He held his breath, blinking in somewhat nervous and exasperation in either to step inside the apartment in within ten seconds or run away, just like that, back to his family, his home.

“Hello?”

Maybe he shouldn’t do either of the options.

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