
When the only things left are memories there is nothing more you can do. Except maybe escape. I always thought I will stay in Scotland forever, call it my new home. But when the grief is stuffing you, you know this is the breaking point. Either you stay - then peace to your sanity - or you left everything you have and take a new start. Trust me I now a lot about this. My mom always told me to grith my teeth and to counterattack. And this is how I counterattack: I escape, I go abroad. Even if I'm dying to look behind me I don't. Because I know if I turn around It will all start again. The guilt. The pain. The sorrow. I though a fresh start will help me to get back on my feet. And what a better start than to go to ''the City on a Hill". But things never happen how you planned it. / French writer trying something new, please be lenient /Todos los derechos reservados
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