Fragments of a Lost Love

My girlfriend having sex with a stranger, but I couldn't do anything. I could only keep

flashing the lights to vent my anger. The next day, she wrote the message, places the note

in the crack, packed her bags, painted the door, and then she left. I stared at the

note, scratching at it desperately. That's when two kids pushed their

way in. They became the new owners of the place, which meant she'd

never come back. I walked towards the cupboard in anger. I raised my hand

and shattered my plate on the floor. They cowered in fear. Soon,

they moved out too. I started digging for the note again. The new owners have moved in again.