𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘆𝗕𝗼𝘅 𝑨𝑫𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀

𝒔𝒊𝒙. 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚

"I'm so sorry."

"You shouldn't be."

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Walk away, my mind says. And I obeyed unhesitantly.

I walked

And walked

And walked

And walked.

And I did not stop.

The tears clouded my vision, the sight I wish I never saw replayed in my head over and over and over again.

The way he held her, pinned her down on the bed. How tightly she gripped on the white cotton sheets. How loud she harmonized as she must be in pure bliss. How they are both so infested in each other's presence that they didn't even realize me standing by our bedroom door.

The horror in both their faces once they finally saw me. How quickly my boyfriend acted as he pulled away from her, quickly getting off the cushion to explain himself. But before a single word could even leave his mouth, I already walked away.

Uncountable questions entered my mind all at once as I continued on my tracks. I had no idea where my feet is taking me. But all I know is that I just wanted to be out of here. Anywhere far away from that place.

Why would he do that?

Where did I go wrong?

What did I ever do to him?

Am I enough?

Am I never enough?

Just walk away. That is all what I can do.

Walk away from my problems, from my fears, from everything.

Justin is the only thing and person I never walked away from. Never really thought a day would come where I'd want to be no where near him. He is my home.

Was my home.

The streets are quiet. Too quiet. Not one single vehicle passed. The buildings were dead. No sparkling lights I loved to watch to help put my troubled mind at ease. No civilians crossed the cracked pavements of the sidewalk, except me and the person running after me. It's like the whole of Seattle has just become a ghosttown.

I want to become a ghost. Not only will I be able to haunt and scare people 'til they shit in their pants, I am free to move anywhere I want without having others acknowledge that I'm even there.

In other words, I want to disappear and never come back.

The continuous shouting of my name behind me never stopped, the loud voice echoing as the sound bounced back from the buildings' walls to the owner. I knew he would follow me. I knew he'd never let me go just like that.

But just keep walking, the voice in my head ordered.

"Adam, please. Wait for me!" The desperate shrieks of the person from behind once again came to life after a few minutes of total silence; just my and his non-stop footsteps, my deep breaths, and my messed up mind were the only sounds that could be heard.