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er now, worn with age. I could still hear the loud noises of the lawnmower and the faint curses my mom would make in the kitchen whi

the kitchen, it smelled good. I walked around the sitting room, the floor making a creaking noise with each step. I spotted the old lamp my father used to read with. Old newspapers talking about the latest sports stars or what was in vogue that year. A small smile touche

come here for a reason, to start over, not throw a pity party. The stairs

h

ng me. I stared my suitcase which now stood at level w

way to sta

stepped my way up the last remaining steps till I came face to face with my used-to-be ro

ked a

m

ip liner I left on my dresser, even the halfway but not so half opened can of

the house. Just me, my books, my favorite milkshake, and a good book to pass the time. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as my mind wandered to ever

about him. He'

to him that now, I felt like I was truly alone. I still couldn't understa

behind my eyes. No no,

ean, but I just wanted to lay there, hoping that I could probably drift off and forget about my problem

he call

boyfriend, Caleb, and the sweet and sub

n't I bl

eft me with choked me in the throat. The sting came again, and this time, I didn't resist. I crouched over, shaking violently as my sobs washed over me. I hadn't cried wh

the fact that he had the nerve to try and talk to me after all he did? He should shove a ten foot pole

bness set in. All that pent

ttered shut as I em

felt like tomorro