ASH THUNDER
I don't want him to know what Im about to do.
I walk into the other room that keeps all his clothes, now mine as well, and bring out a suitcase. I begin packing all my clothes and stuffing them inside the suitcase. When I'm done, I stand back, feeling drained. It's better this way. He'll forget me soon anyway, because when push comes to shove, out of sight is out of mind. But even as the thought sails into my mind, I know without a doubt I will never forget about Ash Thunder, at least, not in this lifetime.
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