Goodbye

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Time goes so slowly. When you lose. Everything.

The love tree is my new home. As I sit under it's sturdy branches, I hug my legs tight. The blossom has started to fall, leaving most branches bare and empty. Like me.

My life has turned in to a blur. It feels like yesterday when he was pushing his lips to mine whispering "I love you". How was I to know that he would also be doing the same to someone else.

I haven't seen him since that day. That day which tore my life apart. He didn't even say sorry.
Or goodbye. But as I left in the ambulance on that fateful night, I looked back and saw him. With his lips intertwined with hers. Without one glance back.

I received some post today. It was a leaflet, slipped under my bedroom door. I picked up the thin colourful mail and read the first three words. '

'Ashford boarding academy'.

"Damn it".

A note was scribbled on the back 'just a thought, please take a read'

I don't know what my mum had in mind but if adding a very fashionable moustache to the head master counted then yes, I read it.

My evenings consisted of trying to sleep and sleeping. A meal occurred once every night when I dragged myself away from my tear stained pillow and brought myself to meet my distant family.

School was even more lonely knowing that I had no-one. Sometimes I wondered if life was worth living. I'd tried talking to people at school but no-one listened, it was as if I didn't exist.

As I sat on my bed, holding my legs tight one night. I rocked, every so slightly. I stared at the bin. Slowly I picked myself up and retrieved the screwed up leaflet. Despite the slightly masculine looking headteacher, I read it.

'We help our students attain the best of the best'
"Whatever"
'We help our pupils become the future of our forthcoming society'
"Of course you do"
'Our teenagers build solid relationships and friendships'
"I really don't care"

Wait...
Friendship...
'Solid friendships'

I turned over the creased paper over and wrote

'yes please, sorry for everything'.

I grabbed the flyer and placed it on the kitchen table. I stared at it for a while and patted it gently. I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes.

I need a fresh start.

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