PROLOGUE....
Goodbye. It’s such a simple word. But sometimes it’s the hardest thing to say. If someone says to you that, he can leave everything whenever he wishes than trust me, he’s lying. It had just been three years, not exactly the longest time, but still I couldn’t bring myself to say the word. I knew she was gone. She was never going to come back. The note she left me was very precise. Just two lines, but it said everything. “I am leaving you. Please don’t come after me.” I didn’t know what to believe. Those sweet words of love that she whispered in my ears, or the hard and cold reality of the note in my hand. Even though I knew that something was wrong, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. That’s the reason why I still had the note and I still couldn’t force myself to say goodbye.
