Return to the Red Room
When I promised I wouldn’t come back for him, I think he actually believed me. He might not forgive me for that but there is a real chance that he won’t even remember my face.
I guess this isn’t the kind of the place you come back to. It’s the kind that comes back to you. It haunts you in your sleep. Sometimes when I close my eyes I can still smell gun powder, I feel bruises from ages ago and all I can see is red.
But I’m back anyways. It’s my turn to save him.