YELENA

Then I walked to her door.

I pushed her door open slowly.

The room did not smell like her anymore.

It smelled empty.

The bed was made. Too neat. The small mirror on her table was gone. The scarf she always threw carelessly on the chair was not there. Half of her wardrobe stood open like a mouth that had nothing left to say.

She had truly left.

Nyra left me.

And she did not tell me.

The words kept moving inside my head like a broken record.

She left me.

She did not tell me.

I ...