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"Yeah, yeah. I'm great. No matter what, just know that I do love you. I am currently fighting this battle on the inside. I promise I am trying to let go. I want this as much as you do, but I can not let myself be the way I was all those other times. I just can't do it. I'm not saying you will leave me or anything like that, I just need time. Can you give me that? I promise I will do everything I can to just let go of everything in the past and be with you." "Of course. You can take all the time in the world. I told you, I'm here. Forever. I love you."

Amy has gotten worse over the months, but these past few weeks have just been something else. "It's ok not to be strong all of the time, Christian. It's ok to talk, to feel and to lean on others when you need to. It's ok to let go of the past and create a new future." I keep looking at the floor while mulling over my next words. My mother is a smart cookie and doesn't miss much, she's also insanely good at reading between the lines, which while being a bonus most of the time, It can make hiding things from her almost impossible at times.

One day at a time my therapist said, one day at a time one step at a time I know I can do it, the first step is to go to college, I am deciding to leave the Athletics team, now it is not so important, I was no longer Larissa the runner I wanted to start new things new goals. But first I had to continue with the pending projects, I knew that today I would possibly see Tristan, I didn't know what to think, it has been so long since I have seen him or been close to him, part of me still loves him and I miss him, I was excited about the idea of seeing him again.

I know those bad decisions can be made by anybody, and you're probably trying to regret your bad decisions, but I'd like you to respect mine. Crying is over. It's time to find who I am, the me I want to be. Dependency is over. I want afresh. You're better off with someone else, and I'm better off without you. I've never felt so free. I hope we can both find what we're looking for. " Yeah, I hope so too. Are you done with um... " "Oh, er, yeah, you're free to go now." "Do you guys have anything to eat?"

"I've been thinking about Marcus." Maya waited. "I'm not going to text him. I've been sitting on it for weeks. Waiting to decide. And I've decided." "What did you decide?" "I'm not going to text him. If he wants to reach out, he can. But I'm done waiting." "That's good." "It doesn't feel good. It feels like giving up." "It's not giving up. It's choosing yourself." Jess looked at her. "You keep saying that." "Because it keeps being true."

I write back to this person. ' You said it, it's not existing!! We are not sure! Why do we have to leave if we don't know the reason why we left? Why do we have to let go if, in the first place, we really don't know if he or she is really holding on? I mean, why do we have to run away if we don't know who is chasing us? Why do we have to be tired if she didn't know that you're doing something for her? Why can't we make sure it first? Why can't we bet first? Why are we losing right away? Why are we giving up and let go so easily without even knowing the reasons? ' I write as fast as I can and put it back to the box. Minutes later, the paper got back again.

“Because I wanted to.” The honesty in his tone disarmed me. No excuses, no calculated words. Just the truth. My heart hammered against my ribs, and I found myself looking away, unable to hold his gaze. Silence fell again, thick with tension. I focused on my coffee, gripping the mug like it was a lifeline. My mind screamed a hundred thoughts at once, but my mouth refused to form any of them. Before I could attempt a reply, my phone buzzed loudly on the counter. I snatched it up, grateful for the distraction. Serena’s name flashed across the screen.

Chester stood up abruptly and frantically dialed my number, but he was always sent to voicemail. His uneasiness continued to grow, and he fell into complete panic right then and there. The moment my plane landed in the state of Nyark, I immediately contacted a friend who lived in the area and asked them to help me apply for a new SIM card. I wanted to completely sever ties with my past from that moment onward. I would let go of my past familial and romantic relationships, start anew, and become a new me.

Please don't leave me. I said nothing. "Is it… only when I die that you'll spare me a second look?" Tears welled up in my eyes, and I closed them. No matter what he said, it was useless, as everything would be over soon.

Not wanting to hear his voice again, I silenced my phone. His voice buzzed through the mind-link. "Molly, why aren't you answering?" "We're done." I cut the connection without hesitation. Then I yanked out the SIM card, dropped it in the trash, and stepped onto the bus back home.