Last week I left you. I could not stand any more exhaustion.
This week you hung yourself from my closet whilst I slept.
I woke up screaming and there you were, waiting for me, head held low, tears in your eyes. I cannot remember the last time you looked so beautiful. Nor I cannot remember the last time I felt such a deep penitence. How you begged me to come back and show mercy in exchange for a new beginning. I refused and now you are gone forever.
I am sorry.