It has now been ten months since Grace's departure. I sigh, as I stand in front of the dilapidated building I have called my home for years. Blinking away the tears, I suddenly run as if Satan himself were chasing me, desperate to get away from the depressing atmosphere I have created for myself. I sold my apartment a month ago, and am now on my way towards a new life in a different city, my furniture and other belongings already being located in the new apartment.
I clutch the grip of my small suitcase tightly, valuing the memories in it above all else, as I make my way to the train station. In my new life, I strive to free myself from the vicious cycle of work and self-pity; I will move on.
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Elena and Grace
Short StoryFollow two young women through a journey of loss, regret, and acceptance. ~ ~ ~ All of the characters, events and settings in this story were made by me and I will stand no copying. ©2018 Azora
