Your heart is racing and you narrow your eyes as you watch him take his stuff. The sight is still too much for you. You step away to the kitchen. As you drink a glass of water you hear him open a door.

You rush back to find him, hoping it's not that room. A room filled with pictures from him you took while stalking him even after the breakup.

He's already inside the room, looking around shocked and disgusted. He quickly turns back to run out but there you are, standing infront of the door.