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Oɱɳιʂƈιҽɳƚ Jυʅყ 11ƚԋ MαʅιႦυ, CA
Ivory's hands trembled as she yanked open her closet doors, tears streaming down her face, her vision blurred and unfocused.
The room felt too small and suffocating, and every breath came in shallow gasps. But she knew she had to get this done soon or else she wouldn't leave at all. She couldn't spend anymore hours crying anymore.
After coming home from the hospital after making her decision, so far all Ivory had accomplished was showering and throwing away her ruined custom couture gown. As well as rubbing her skin raw of Xaier's dried blood, attempting to erase every single trace of that night as best as she could. But that wasn't possible, she saw his face everytime she even did so much as close her eyes.
It broke her heart to leave him, especially as he was now, but for once, Ivory wanted to put herself first and find better for herself with no outside factors getting in the way of that.
Ivy grabbed handfuls of clothing, her delicate fingers clenching onto silk, denim, and cotton, cramming them into her suitcases without care. Each article tossed in was another tear shed, another breath she had to force herself to take. She wasn't just packing her bags to leave California; she was tearing herself away from everything she thought she knew, from every attachment she thought she could hold on to.
Her chest tightened the more she thought about Xaier. She knew she most likely wouldn't see him again. Not after this. He would probably hate her once he woke up and read her letter, he probably no longer trusted her, but maybe that was for the best. She tried to be strong, tried to convince herself that she could stay in his world despite the chaos, but it was time to face the truth.
With trembling hands, she zipped up the first suitcase, blinking through the haze of her tears. A sob escaped her lips, and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle the sound. But it was no use. Her emotions came rushing out like a dam had broken inside her once she was almost done packing, and she collapsed onto her knees, clutching the edge of her suitcase, her body shaking with each heaving breath.
She could still feel the echo of Xaier's touch on her skin, his scent lingering in the air of their last moments together. But it wasn't enough—not enough to make her stay and endure the nightmares that came with loving him. She needed to get away.
Her plan was to go back to Houston, to visit her father. She knew it probably wasn't the last place anyone would look for her, but it was the last place she had known true peace. Her tears came harder now, knowing that leaving meant truly letting him go.
