Darling,
twenty-eight
She wanders down the hall, her hand trailing lightly against the wall. She doesn't pause to stare at the empty spaces that now stood where her pictures use to hang; instead she tries to breathe normally so she can see straight.
She knows she has to say something soon.
But she doesn't know how to say goodbye.
She knows she has to say something soon.
But she doesn't know how to say goodbye.