ღChapter One: Parting is such sweet sorrow.ღ
Let's start at the beginning....
It was a regularly hot summers here in my lil 'ole town. Unlike most days, this day was filled with regret and sadness. There was also a slight sense of Adventure that day.
I can still remember 'Your Man' by Josh Turner....
"There's no hurry
Don't you worry
We can take our time
Come a little closer
Lets go over
What I had in mind"
I carried my last box from my room, as I was about to exit the door. I turned, looked at my room.
17 long, painful, emotional, weird years were spent in here. From loosing my first tooth to, when my Dad died. Whoa... So many memories were being left behind. I just can't do this.
I walked to the center of my room and just laid down staring at the ceiling that once held hundreds of posters different of my favorite country singers.
"Sweetheart, I know it's hard. Don't think of it as leaving; think of it as new start like an adventure and reinventing yourself. You could be a completely different person, if you wanted." My mother said, trying to sound convincing.
"I'm not sad about going to California. I just want to sit here and remember the memories I had here before we head out. Is that ok?" I spoke softly, so my mom wouldn't hear the sadness in my voice.
"Dylan... It's fine, just don't take to long." She spoke as she walked out. I knew that leaving was her way of trying to move past my Dad's death. She could never admit it, though.
I thought to myself, 'I should be glad to leave. I mean, it was pretty isolated here, right? Maybe this will be an adventure. Moving to the city of Love, and where the magic happens. Wait- that's France. Oh, whatever. I'll make this an adventure.'
I start heading to my door, I take one last look and say, "Goodbye, my ole' sweet life." With that said, I close my door, I just stood in front of it. I could still see where my pink fluffy letters that spelled out 'Dylan', used to be. I ran my fingers over it, as a tear escaped my eye.
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