I jogged away from campus. I went as far as possible. I didn't want to be spotted by my friends. Once I got far enough, I started to walk. I still had no clue where I was going, but I couldn't blame myself, I couldn't think. I had brought a lot of things with me. My phone, my phone charger, my watch, my small, inexpensive laptop, a bunch of clothes, many pairs. Hopefully, I would find some way to wash them. My phone was fully charged, thank god for that. I didn't want to waste my phone's energy, so I looked at the time on my watch. It said 4:47 AM.
I looked back, and couldn't see the college. I stopped for the first time after I left, I felt the guilt again. What would my friends think? The thing is, I had no clue. I kept a straight, serious face. They wouldn't freak out. I was going to come home soon anyway, in just a few days, to clear my head. I started to walk again, and I walked faster this time. My hand became tired, as I gripped tighter onto the handle of the bag I had packed. I realized that my feet were also tired. I would have to stop soon. Luckily, I saw some buildings up ahead. Hopefully one of them was a hotel, motel, or inn. I started to think about how many times I had thought about the word hope. Maybe hope wasn't enough.
(Sorry for the short chapter, again.)
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The String, A Story Of Soulmates
DragosteAmanda, a college student. She meets her soulmate while in one of her classes. "I love you...", He said quietly.
