Suitcases. There are suitcases everywhere. Tomorrow I'm supposed to be there. There, where nothing from before will exist. Everything that once was my whole world now seems completely foreign. Everything I once loved destroyed me. Me and my life.
I'm sitting on the floor, leaning my back against the cold, smooth wall. There's nothing left here. I've thrown away everything that would remind me of what I went through. The pictures that hung on these walls have left only nails driven into the wall. Just like the ones driven into me. You can't see them; they're covered by something happy, but underneath lies a wound that you can't get rid of.
But these empty walls are like a blank page waiting for a new story. I see in them a chance for a new beginning. I feel as if a part of me has just vanished. Yet, it's a pleasant feeling. I'm not sure if this move will change anything. Will a change of surroundings be enough to stop the pain? Maybe there's no way out anymore? I've been let down by people. They can be truly awful. For the past few years, I haven't had a life. Ever since I started high school, I've had no life. It was hard. Very hard.
I take a deep breath. I have to try, because otherwise, I'll never know, I thought.
- I can do it, I said with a hint of uncertainty. Because can I really?
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Where the past ends
RomanceOlivia, wanting to escape her painful past, moves to Malaga. She wants to forget everything that has happened before. There, she meets Lucas - a mysterious boy whose life is marked by the darkness of depression. Will their chance encounter help th...
