So I’m going away tomorrow.

Where are you going?



I told you, away.

I hope you have fun.

I don’t think I will.

Then why are you going?

I need to escape for a while.

I’m not sure you’re escaping to the right place if you’re unsure about it.

There’s no where else to escape to.

There has to be.

No. There isn’t.

I don’t believe you.

That doesn’t change anything.

Where do you really want to go?

Into your arms.

I have a girlfriend now.

I know. She used to be my best friend.

I’m sorry about how things worked out.

What was so wrong with me?

When do you leave?




The End

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