I blinked as possibly the most significant moment in my life passed away, like a leaf in a storm. All I saw the inside of my eyelids. Nothing important could have happened in that single moment. But what did I know. I was about to learn.
All that was left as evidence was a final picture. Placed on the dust coated table, a picture. A picture of the unrecognisable figure which I knew was myself. Smiling. The background of the image was blurred, but I could tell it was this very room. I did not remember smiling as I blinked. Although, at the time, I didn't think about it.
I didn't understand how any of this is, or even was possible. I had so much to discover. These photos, taken of me without my knowledge. This room which was filled of these photos.
"Lucy must be looking for me." I repeated silently in my mind, attempting to convince myself that everything would be okay. I knew better than this, but my pathetic, weak mind couldn't help but give in to the pleasure. "Lucy must be looking for me."
Truthfully, I knew that I couldn't just rely on other people. Besides, I didn't even know if anyone cared I was gone, if anyone had even noticed my absence, if anyone had noticed my presence... I had to do something, for myself. This horrific helplessness drowned my once prided attributes in self mourning and sorrow.
Tomorrow, I would leave.
