Reneé walked home, her mind blank, her face sticky with the beer along with the tears mixed in it. She felt cold, but it didn't bother her as her heart had gone cold too. She wanted to walk aimlessly away from everything she did and everyone she knew. She wanted to run away. She wanted to forget, she wanted everything to stop. She couldn't handle it anymore.
But she had to return home, as she was shackled to her family, by their worry. She felt prisoned by their love.
She entered the house through the backdoor, grabbed all her albums of photographs crafted out of her immense love and hobby, went to the backyard and burned them.
Each and every picture turned into ash.
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One Balloon Away
Teen FictionJust when eighteen-year-old Renée Martin is about to commit suicide, an unexpected note meant for someone else leads her to the city she has always dreaded, Paris. Join her on this disastrous journey as she struggles with self-esteem, anxiety and th...
