Novel & Cerita Trying To Leave Something Behind

I will never stand in your way of leading a happy life. I'm sorry for leaving like this, but I don't think I would be able to face you. Specially when I have started to feel something that I'm not supposed to. I really want to see you one last time before I leave. But I'm scared. Afraid that I might not be able to keep up with my decision. I am scared that I won't be able to let go of you.

"Wait there. Kelly and I are going ahead to buy a bag first, then I'll come back for you." Before I could tell him that I was here to return these items, he had already stepped on the accelerator and zoomed off. As they were about to disappear from sight, Kelly stuck her head out the window to wave back at me, her lips stretched in a smug smile. I dumped the box at Zachary's front door before leaving. All the while, my mind buzzed with thoughts on how I could earn money. I had no intention of asking for the 300 dollars back. I would simply take it as paying him back for the meals he had treated me to before.

"I could not get rid of them, I put them in a small box and put it in my suitcase, even though Tristan and I had finished, I could not leave without saying goodbye to him, I did not want to see him, I preferred to write him a letter and I will ask Laura to give it to him after I left, it would be better. Everything was ready, I would only wait for Dilan, the hours passed and he arrived, he started to put the suitcases in the car, I looked at the apartment for the last time, how many beautiful moments I spent here with him, with my friends, all my university life, that now I was leaving behind. There was only the furniture, I took a last deep breath, taking strength for what was coming, I got

I prefer smoking to purging. All my items are packed and ready to go. I need to leave when everyone least expects it. The middle of the night is not a good time. All my favorite belongings are ready to go. I push my suitcase under the bed. This weekend I am leaving, maybe I will go to Selah's, or maybe I will find Chad. Either way, I'm so out of here. Goodbye, broken family. I'm divorcing you first.

"I'm leaving. Take care of yourself." "..."

To let go of anything that doesn’t belong in my life anymore. As I walk toward the plane, my hand tightens around the ticket, my breath steady. But behind me, something unseen lingers. And I know this— Not everything I’m leaving… will stay behind.

“How long do you plan to stay there?” “Long enough to save up something meaningful. I want to walk out of there with something that's at least worth the pain.” I sniffed. “And when I do leave, I won't look back. I'll have something to my name. I can't leave there broken and broke .” “My dear, at some point, there would be something you can't let go of. It's easier now, when you just have yourself.” “And what could that be?” “Kids,” she said plainly.

My brain lines these things up without effort. Whoever was there is gone. I am certain of that. But gone never means erased. People always leave something behind. Pressure in the soil. A scent pressed too lightly to notice unless you are looking for it. A choice that reveals intent. I can almost map their path in my head, step by careful step. There must be something that they must have left behind them... and that will be enough for me to find them.

“Just a little more before I leave.” .

Because leaving someone isn’t always the hardest thing. Sometimes… it’s staying gone. ---