It was time to say goodbye to those I cared for. I left a note to my family on the kitchen counter, next to some pencils by the corner. It was 4 A.M. The blue soft light shimmered through the moon light, reflecting through the kitchen windows onto the table. I figured I'd skip breakfast, and meet up with my friends quickly.
I opened the front door to my home and readied my bus pass. I closed the door behind me and locked it, letting out a final short sigh before walking down my home street to the bus stop. I really didn't think my life would come to be like this, but it seems like I shouldn't expect things coming from the future, time will tell, of course. I took a seat by the bus stop benches, and shuffled my hands to my lap. I would sit straight, examining the area behind me a final time. I feel anxious. I feel sick to my stomach.
The bus had arrived.
