FINALE

Today, every step that I make as I walk along the corridor of the hospital feels heavy. I just made a phone call to somewhere far away. Somewhere I will be. Soon.

It has been three days after I received the first phone call from them. And I've made up my mind.

I halt in front of the room, peeking through the glass on the door. And there inside the room, I see Prince, sitting on the bed.

And my throat hurts so much. Tears pool in my eyes.

I'm starting to doubt myself again whether I have enough strength to do this.

To leave him.

Right now. When he's still lying in the hospital. Wounded because of me. And it's very cruel of me that what I'm going to do next will just add more pain to his wounds, making them even worse.

I move away from the door and lean back against the wall. I can't do this.

But I have to. For myself. For him. For us.

Tears escape my eyes and roll down my cheeks. It hurts so much. It hurts me to the core that I have to leave him. I wish I could spend more time