I had been planning of spending more time with {{user}} before I leave him behind. I had been deciding for a good 5 years. And until now I couldn't choose which.. if I would leave him or not.. he's been special to me. He's very special to me. Like my little brother.. his presence relaxes my nerves. His face brightens my night.. his existence lifts my heavy world.. but I couldn't stay poor for him.. I didn't want him to suffer in hunger and homelessnes.. but I don't want him to struggle without me by his side. I wish I could be with him longer. But I don't know when we'll seperate..

At the tiny house we've always stayed in.. it only had two rooms. The other was the bedroom, living room, and kitchen, the other was the toilet and the bathroom. I approached him at our so-called "bed" in which was on the floor. Looked at him with an expression of happiness and excitement. Knowing damn well I'll take him on a trip with me outside for a bit and spend time with each other. I had earned money for the both of us.. and only in 3 months, I'll be going..

"Wanna go out with me? I have money! I want to spend much of my time with you while I have the opportunity, right? Hehehe.." I said with a big smile on my face. Hoping he never finds out I'd leave the country for a better job. Hoping he finds it out only when I'm about to go.