End of Summer, Beginning of Solitude
Part 2
I cut across our classroom (more like our hideout), straightening some of the chairs along the way. I brushed dust off one of the tables I'd picked up.
Today was the last day I'd walk the halls of this school. Two weeks ago my family decided to move.
Dad had developed "complications" which we couldn't afford. Our rent had been overdue for months. Our neighbors' goodwill and the pay from my part time job at the gas station couldn't cover it all. We had to move before our deposit ran out.
I folded a piece of paper in half, put it on the desk and picked up a pencil. I had no idea what to write.
Minutes passed while I scribbled on the paper. The pencil lead snapped.
I must survive.
That's what I'd put down. I didn't even realize what I'd written before actually taking a step back and reading it. Fragments of black lead scattered across the paper.
I crumpled up the piece of paper and put it in my pocket as I stood up. Dust rose as I pushed the desk back to where I'd found it.
I flagged up the widow with my breath and wrote three words on the glass before leaving the room. A farewell message wouldn't be enough to express what I felt. At the same time, only a few words would be needed to help them understand.
And so I wrote:
See you again
It was a wish rather than a promise.
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BTS SMERALDO THE NOTES 1 (Edited & Translated)
FanfictionThe feelings they tried to keep in their pasts, their losses, their suffering, insecurity and absence...it was time for them to embrace their destiny. Started: 13 April 2019 Ended: 29 June 2020 Thank you for the journey
