I Wrote My Own Ending
I erased every trace of myself from the villa, donated anything of value to charity, and packed up the few things I wanted to keep.
As I finished, the first light of dawn was just breaking over the horizon.
The car arrived right on time, and I hopped in with my suitcase, not even bothering to take a last look at the villa that had been my home for the past five years.
There was this hollow feeling inside me, but it was mixed with a sense of relief that was hard to put into words.
As we drove past Jubilee City's biggest wetland park, I caught a glimpse of a wedding in the distance. There were not many guests, but the couple–him in a crisp white suit and her in a flowing white gown–looked like