"Dad, where are you going?" young Yelena asked as she heard heavy footsteps marching towards the front door. She always feared being left alone ever since her mother divorced her father. Her mother never even bothered to take her custody, tying her fate to her husband. Giselle was always like this. Never cared for her daughter.

        Her dad was her world, even if it wasn't the other way around. She knew it from the moment her mother left that she was unwanted. She heard her parents fighting.

        "Just for walk, I would be back soon." Her father, josh replied. She knew he wasn't going to return until morning. The clocks have long ago announced that it was past 10. She watched him leave leaving a phantom behind.

        The ghostly figure lingering for a moment after he close the door. She crawled back to a corner of her room and let the darkness engulf her. He left.

        And yet here she was, with off of that occurring again. "Andres, please stop! For me!" she screamed. But it was already too late. She loved him truly. Wholeheartedly. But there he was. A sadist. "There is no benefit in concealing the truth." He replied slowing down.

       "I won't, the truth is if we were once swimming in the ocean of life now, we are drowning. But that doesn't mean we cannot give this relationship another chance." She tried to hold back her tears.

       The truth is that she did not even cry at her mother's funeral. All those unshed tears threatening her to fall down. "I set the whole world on fire. But did I ever let a flame of it touch you?" he asked.

     She didn't answer. She didn't have to. Both of them knew the answer. No. "Then there must be a reason for me to leave." He continued.

      "Fine. Then, do me one last favor" her voice broke down and the emotions flowed out. "What?" His voice stoic. "The next time, if we meet, don't smile at me." A single tear rolled down from her cheek.

        "Why so?" he asked. "Because...that would make me fall in love with you all over again." A sob escaped her mouth. The broke down. Her mother, her father everyone left her like that. And now he too.

        On the other hand, he watched her cry. He stood still, like a statue. He did the one the he was good at. He left.

         That day, as she crunched down on the floor and saw him leave, she didn't utter a single word. Rather she wrote a story within her self- of anguish, dismay and vengeance- that no tongue could ever read.