I know I am supposed to be happy. I graduated high school. I am going to college soon. I am starting my new chapter of life. All I and I.
But, for some reason, I am sad, and the reason is my family.
Cold buzzles through me.
Family is not only blood relatives to me. My close frineds are my family. We grew up together, developed together, had each other on our lowest and highest. They understand me. My hometown is my family too. I have never left it for long. This is where I truly belong and where I am happy. This is my soul. My siblings are my inner child. It is hard to imagine how my room is empty and they have no other choice but to pass it by.
Yes, I am going to college, juts like I wanted, but I am leaving.
I am leaving what made me who I am today for my new chapter.
She looks at me, not listening when I say she needs to get somewhere safe. My heart aches for it.
«Go with me!» she shouts at me, not understanding why I refuse to follow her.
«Listen! Go there, I will be there soon too. Just go!» I shout back.
We are standing alone in the middle of nowhere, and I see the firm face in front of the view full of dust. She won’t listen. She won’t leave me.
I have no choice. My voice lowers.
«I am the hero, my love. I am the one who has been saving the city. Please listen to me and go. I will find you after and tell you everything. I promise»
Her face pales. She freezes. For a few seconds I feel the hesitation from her body, but then she kisses me and runs away, wiping the watery eyes.
She understood me. She trusts me, and that is what will save us.
