I stared out into the open, suitcase in my hand. Inside the house I now stood in front of was the person I’ve loved the most. I had to leave, I needed to leave. I kept reassuring my self but nothing stopped me from feeling the amount of guilt. I sighed and opened the door.
It was later now, tears streaming down my face, I had to do it, I had to. Nothing good came for me here. I was waiting for th...