“In some ways, it was nice to be the one leaving, instead of the one being left.”

My lips curved upwards. You would be happier that way. I am nothing but the thorny flower that you can't help but keep. It'd be healthier that way. Yes, much healthier, perhaps you would even find a better partner. At the very least, you'd have someone who would care for you every night instead of ignoring you. At least, you'll have someone that could understand you.

I don't understand you—never. Why do you choose me? Why? You had always said that I could change, that maybe you could fix me. But, I beg to differ. We're like oil to water. You could never change a carnivore to a herbivore, it's simply the law of nature. But perhaps, I am too afraid of the change itself.

But nonetheless, I know my presence cause you pain, I know it felt like daggers struck to your heart. But, you kept persevering. I don't understand, how—how?

How could you do this? I pursed my lip, gazing my eyes to the horizon as the sun's rays decorated it red. It won't be long until you came back home. I bet I could see tears in your eyes, your hands clutched to your heart as you held the door's frame. But, it's for the best.

We humans can't really tell what's good and bad for us, but what we could distinguish is our selfish desire. Perhaps it was my selfish desire to leave you. I couldn't bear to linger any longer with you, it would only prick my conscience.

As I was about to step outside the door frame, with my bags and luggage in hand, I realized something.

"Ah."

"I shouldn't just leave without saying anything. She would be sad."

I dropped my bags as I turned around, entering this house once more.

The wood floorings creaked under my feet, the lamplights swaying like before. One of the lights broken down.

"Ah, I should get an electrician before I go. At the very least, that would be my first and last gift to her."

Ah, what a bad husband am I. Only realizing my mistakes after all this time. What a homewrecker.

I kept moving, rooms I once saw and familiar with was now nothing more than a distant memory. I kept moving, it's best not to be too comfortable now. It would be an ending full of regret if I did so. I kept moving, and finally stopped.

"She would always stop here, so she could probably read this note. Hmmm, where did I put the pen—ah! Here it is."

The pen in my grip felt alien to me but it doesn't matter. The pen glided onto the paper, writing my last goodbye to her.

"Done, I hope she wouldn't come to find me. That would be embarrassing, heh."

How ridiculous to have such a thought. My job here is done. I left the note neatly on the table as I walked out. My foot stepped out of the door frame.

"Goodbye, may you find a good life, and may our path never collide again."

Goodbye, June. May the world pity you.