| | The bag was bursting at the seams from being stuffed so tightly with her things. She flicked her wrist to switch off the light; the only thing she's leaving behind is the memories.
Even the dark couldn't blanket her eyes from seeing what this room was. This place, this heartache, this rented out closet space held her heart in the cruelest way. Something so cruel could only come from so many memories burned into the walls of the now empty space.
The bed was nicely made for once. The window drapes were too sheer to block much of the moonlight streaming through. It hurt her to leave; it hurt her worse to stay. All she wanted to do was run away from those precious thoughts. Finding herself wandering back to "those days" she quickly made an effort to stop. Never again, she thought, I can't fall into that same cycle. I can't hurt myself more. It was time for her to leave and never come back. It was finally time for her to move on and forget what she needed forgotten. She didn't bother to glance back at the room one last time when she closed the door. She already had it memorized to the last stain; she needed to forget. |
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