Rushing back we’re all the memories. All the tears, and laughs I’ve had in this apartment. But I have to leave, I have to. I walked out, bag in hand. I smiled as I looked back once more before I walked out the door. It feels like yesterday I walked into these doors for the first time.

I walked down the stairs of the building not looking back once more. Walk to my small car that I could barely afford. I put my suit case in the trunk.

I wasn’t that sad, I still had everything I wanted, the memories, him, and a new home to go to. I had to move because him. They found out where he was and how he stayed at my apartment often. They thought it was his apartment, moving was the only option for me to stay safe. He said it that’s the only way I could continue seeing him.

I pushed the trunk closed then walk to get into my car. I check the mirror to see if any cars were behind me. That’s when I saw the photo of me and him together. He told me to call him Angel, he was quite the opposite. At least to others. I shook my head trying not to get all sad about leaving. I couldn’t help to think it was the first home of my own, and where me and Angle had so many fun times.

I shook my head, trying to shake the memories and thoughts of doubt out. I stepped on the gas and drove of. leaving a very beloved place, to the next person to step foot into the house. I knew this was the end of my book. And the start of the sequel.