Goodbye to You
I noticed the scratches on the back of Carl's hand, and he instinctively pulled it back.
I chuckled. "Give it to Wendy. It suits her well."
Why would I go down that same dead-end road again? Once I made up my mind not to look back, that was it—no turning back, not even if the memories were wonderful.
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I left the city where I had spent six years of my life and set off with my best friend to start over. I used my savings to invest in a publicly traded company, and the returns were way better than expected.
I bought a new place, traveled to the cities I'd always dreamed of visiting, and took in the views I'd dreamed about for years.