I rushed to Emma’s house.
Emma took one look at my swollen eyes and torn lips, and without a word, she wrapped her arms around me. We fell asleep that way, holding each other through the night.
The next day, I hurriedly packed my belongings at Leo’s place while he was at work.
As soon as I walked in, I noticed a lot of my instruments sitting in the living room. Not only the piano, but also the flute and guitar that I had brough with me to play, which were piled up in a way that didn’t fit in with the whole room.
Some people, some things, were not meant to belong here.
On the table sat yesterday’s “Endless Summer,” now placed in a vase by Leo as if trying to preserve something already broken.
But even the symbol of eternal love had fallen to the ground twice, as if to remind me that some things are simply
not meant to last.
It seemed destined.
One–sided love no matter how deeply felt, cannot last forever. It took me seven long years to finally accept that truth.
With resolve hardening in my chest, I gathered my belonging and walked out the door, not daring to look back.
