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When I reached home, I found a letter on the table. It was from Amara, she had also left to Italy. So now I'm actually alone, just fucking great. I went up to my room and I wallowed and drowned myself in my tears. Of course. Of course my luck in love would fail on me, it was bound to happen but darn I just wish I had a little bit longer to fall and have proper fun with it all, that's all I wanted but then again no one really stays. For example, my dad never stayed. Then it was only me and apart of my mom, I say apart of my mom because I know for a fact after that disgustingly ugly divorce it was like apart of her died. I get it. I've always believed, ever since I was a child that when we're born, there's always a person in your future waiting for you. They are the other part of your heart, they fix what so many others have broken in you. They are the glue that holds you together. For my mom, I really still think it's my dad, though they're divorced and he's moved forward sometimes, jus