As I looked at these words, tears couldn't stop rolling down from the corners of my eyes and soaking into my hair.
[It used to be, but it's no longer my home after we get married.]
Kurt didn't reply to my message. He stood at the door and said, "Open the door, and let's talk face to face."
I didn't say anything or message him again.
Thus, Kurt could only go downstairs. Later, I vaguely heard his conversation with my mother.
"How about it?"
"Lara didn't open the door. It's okay, Anna. She will be fine tomorrow."
"You're not even allowed into the bedroom? Don't you have the key?"
As the sound faded away, I suddenly felt lucky that all the spare keys in the house were in my bedroom.
After lying on the carpet for a long time, I tried to stand up. However, I couldn't do it as if I had forgotten how to exert strength.
I crawled to the bathroom, lay in the bathtub, and fell asleep under the blanket.
I felt damp and cold in the middle of the night, so I struggled to get up, changed my clothes, and took a shower.
With my stomach cramping, I had a stomachache, and soon a bad smell appeared.
Getting up, I changed clothes and cleaned up again.