I sigh and reach for the door knob. Turning it, I let go and the door swings open slowly. Clone fills the air and tears fills my eyes. His bed unmade and his clothes strewn. Everything is left untouched, from the posters of U2 and Nickelback to the desk on the left filled with books and Papers.

It’s like he never left and any moment he will come back. Like he will be back through that door to hold me and tell me everything is all right. Also that he loves me and he will never leave.

Tears now running down my cheek, I sit down onto his bead. Memories flood my head and almost drown me. So many memories spent in this room from the first kiss to his plan of us running away together. We were going to run away together. I guess things never work out the way you want them too. He’s gone and never coming back.