"W-where are you going?"

You heard Sally's trembling voice as she turned on the bedside lamp, looking at you standing by the door, about to open it. She sat up in bed, her eyes wide open, resembling a scared child after watching a horror movie.

The room felt suffocating, the tension palpable as you hesitated in the doorway. Sally's dependence on you had become increasingly apparent over the past few months, and her fear of being left alone was etched across her face.

As Sally reached for a cigarette, her hands trembling. You knew she carried her own demons, her past traumas still haunting her every day.

“Are you going to leave me!? Are you going to abandon me!? What do you think I am? Just something that you can use and throw away?”