Like a trash

That's it

Like a trash

All I saw was his back walking towards outside 

And until his back was completely out of my sight 

I realized I needed to carry my belongings with me to the lift

That's it

Without a good bye.

What do I expect, welcome to the life.

I couldn't help but wonder

What exactly had I done to deserve this?

To be treated like a trash.

I thought I gave it all in, and showed the real me, I thought that's it. This gotta b the happy ending. 

Yeh, That's it. Like that.

Not even enough time or logic for me to figure, and that's it.

At This very moment ,Only my belongings were left right besides me. That's it. 

It's not a happy ending, but an unexpected one.