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DENVER, NOV 1981

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DENVER, NOV 1981. The night before Liliya's departure. The day she finally leaves the town she's hated since she was young.

It felt scary. It's been her dream ever since she was young, and yet, now that she's truly doing it she's scared.

She's scared of leaving.

She's scared of change.

But she has to do this.

Past Liliya would never forgive present Liliya if she stripped away her only chance of freedom because she was scared.

But she was so scared.

She was scared of leaving her mother alone, her father had died a year ago from an illness and it had left the woman heartbroken.

When Liliya offered to stay with her mother, she refused, she told Liliya to leave the town and be free. So that's what she's doing.

The girl had everything packed, she sighed and slipped on her shoes, the redhead had stopped skating after her father died. It reminded her too much of him, and every time she thinks of skating she can't recall anything happy about it.

Anything but her first date with Billy, the laughter, the smiling, the happiness.

She missed it when she was fifteen.

Everything was so much easier, not a worry in the world.

The worst thing she had to deal with was getting a stern look from her maths teacher that she hated, and now she so desperately wishes to be sitting in his class again, getting an annoyed look from him.

She so desperately wanted to be sitting next to Billy in maths and passing notes the entire lesson, she wanted to watch Bruce's baseball game and scream his name louder than anyone in the crowd, she wanted to do morning newspaper rounds with Billy and be late to school because she overslept.

She wanted to be a teenager again.

She slowly walked out of her childhood bedroom and walked downstairs, her mother was asleep on the sofa. The younger redhead frowned and placed the covers over the shivering woman, before grabbing the keys off of the coffee table and walking out.

The autumn air nipped at the girl's exposed skin as she walked towards her boyfriend's house, it felt strange, walking down the same road she's been walking down every day for the past three years for probably the last time ever.

The redhead bit her lip and knocked on the door quietly, after a few seconds Billy walked out, he gave the girl a small smile and pulled her into a hug.

"Hey Billy," the girl spoke quietly, a small smile on her face. Billy kissed the top of her head before walking out of the house, he closed the door behind the two and took her hand.

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