RasshuBenaio
- MGA BUMASA 517
- Mga Parte 32
Looking in the last box that she hadn't taped up just yet, lies a tattered leather jacket. In her hand was an old black key.
Looking around the walls that were once filled with pictures and decorations, now a black husk of what used to be. Silently, she dropped the key in the box before taping it shut. Walking out of the house to an uber, she locked the door for good before putting the keys in a hiding place. For the last time, in a long time, she was running away from a place she once loved. And as the uber, drove off, the wind blew on a red and white sign that said "SOLD".