Isn’t it better to leave something’s unsaid?” He asked himself. He looked around his room. It was a mess. He left his room rarely, and no one came in except for his girlfriend, Irene. The room was dull and filled with smoke. There was a desk near the window. On the desk, along with other things, there was an ashtray and a burning cigarette. Sheets of paper laid across the room. His clothes lay a heap on his bed. He sat on his chair and gazed through the closed window. He stared at the dustbin far across the street. The rattling of keys in the lock wakes him from his thoughts. “Come on in,” he said. “I didn’t close it after you left.” He looked upon her closely. She looked gorgeous. Her face had a glow which he hasn’t seen in a while. Her black hair and eyes made her look angelic. She was wearing a yellow dress that added to her beauty. “Hey, I didn’t want to bother you. I am here to pick up my things” said Irene. “Are you serious?” “Yeah, Shouldn’t I? You made things pretty cle