strangers get born, strangers get lost. ‎ ‎but strangers sometimes do knew each other—blurred out faces, black marked on details, burnt off memories and tear stained names. he left — tried to forget, hide, change. and look where it got him. ‎ ‎it took him five whole minutes to pack it all up and leave his side of the bed. hold all his love out there in the hall. no word, no sound, no goodbyes—it's for the best. for your own good. for you. he reminded himself, repeatedly. engrave it in his skin, in his head so he won't selfishly stay like all of it did not came from a white lie. a three million bounty turned into three words he would never know he deserve. ‎ ‎he loves you. he have to do his job— but he won't be able to if you were here, so he have to let you go— but it will be for his worse. let you go, walk away instead. run. hide. forget. protect from afar. endure. and he... his tears falls, and more, for the very first time after so long, seeping through the sweater we knitted together. ‎ ‎he steps forward— click — he stops.