After she leaves, I take the letter straight back to my cot. Even though I failed, I had tried my hardest not to cry. My voice didn't seem like it was shaking, but I was panicking. Leaving? Why? I don't know how to live without you.

I've been whipped before, yelled at, cut, but I've never cried like I am right now. The tears are flowing like a flood compared to some tiny stream of water. Instead of blood covering my fingers, tears flowing and soaking my body. This was no drizzle—it was a downpour of all the emotions that I've been avoiding, the negativity worse than it ever was before.

I gather all the letters I received from her and let them cover me like my blanket, only this is much warmer and more comfortable. Knowing that all the time I spent with her wasn't a lie, that she'll still come back, that I'll see her again. I will wait for you, I think, determined. If I wait for you forever, then you'll come back eventually. Right?