"I got it, Michael! I got the job!" You excitedly yelled into the phone.
"Erm, where exactly did you say the job was?"
"New York! We get to go to New York!"
"Oh, that's great! I'm really happy for you." He let out a shaky breath.
"You don't sound happy at all."
"No really, we can leave Australia, finally." His dull tone rang through the phone.
"I'm coming over Michael." You ended the call before he could protest.
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You walked up to his door, and slightly knocked on it. The time passed slow as you stood in the frozen air, waiting for the wooden block to open wide. For a while, you waited patiently, but you didn't want to freeze to death, so you quietly opened the door, to reveal an even colder, empty space. "Michael, baby?" You called out, getting only your own echo in response.
The heels of your boots clicked against the wooden floors, as you explored the familiar rooms. As you wandered into his bedroom, you saw a yellow lined paper sitting on the floor. Your shaky hands grasped it, as you brought it up to your eyes to read. "Baby girl, I know the rooms are now empty, and it wasn't what you were expecting at all. I didn't have the guts to tell you in person, but I've left. I can't tell you where I've gone, because you'll follow me, maybe even stay here and give up your dreams in New York. I planned on leaving a while ago. My apartment has been empty for a week now. You wouldn't quite understand, but it's for the best of us. You go to New York to live your dreams, I'll stay here, and be the same old teenage dirt bag I was born to be. Just don't forget to remember me." The cracking sound of your heart filled the empty space.
