Random Stories I Wrote

Last Goodbye

In the early morning, Allyson stood on her balcony, watching the sun rise and the streets become filled with people. This was the last time she would have this view. It was not a sad moment as she was about to leave wherever the world took her. She reminisced on the memories she made in the tiny apartment. Allyson walked in and closed the sliding door. She turned and looked over her living room. All the furniture was gone, taken and sold, leaving the room bare. The only things that remained were a pair of chairs that stood against the counter of her kitchen.

As she took one last sweep of her apartment, tears trickled down her face. She had lived in the apartment for a very long time. Several years prior, her mother had put her down and Allyson could not take it anymore so she left. She bounced around for a while, staying with different people, until she found a place of her own.

As if she was reading a book, Allyson was ready to start a new chapter of her life. In one hand, she held her duffel bag filled with her things and in the other, she held the keys of the apartment. She made her way into the hallway. Allyson inserted the key and locked the door.