It was April 24, 2017.
You knew that you would remember this day for the rest of your life. Not for a good reason, but because today was the day you would leave New York and runaway to England..
You knew your boyfriend Alex would be heartbroken, but you had to go, you couldn't stay here anymore. The anxiety the depression, it had got to you. And you needed a fresh start.
You grabbed a note book and scribbled down a note that Alex would wake up too..
"Alex I'm sorry, I'm leaving. You don't know why and to be honest I don't think you'd understand anyway, my flight is at 12:02am and whilst I'm writing this, it's 10:22pm so when you wake up, I'll be long gone. Don't come looking for me, and I'm not telling you where I'm going. All you need to know is that I'm never coming back.
- Y/N"
You sobbed writing this, not because you were going to miss him, but because you were finally leaving this place.
You walked out the door, never to return again, never to step foot in what you called "Home".
From now on, you lived in England and you were never going back..
Or so you thought..
