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The streets were empty at this early hour, only inhabited by the odd businessmen scurrying off to whatever destination work took them to, not paying attention to anything else around them.  On a normal day I would have been like this too, head in the clouds and not paying attention to what was around me, but now I couldn't help but keep looking around me, worrying perhaps that someone that knew me might be lurking around, and that somehow I would be stopped from reaching the bus station, and leaving this town.  I knew that the chances of something like that happening were next to nothing, but that didn't stop my heart from pounding in my chest anxiously.

 

I had a lot to think about on the way there, whether or not I was making the right decision and if maybe I should turn back and try to sneak back into the house like nothing happened, but still I pushed forward, telling myself that I just had to keep putting one foot in front of the other and that soon enough I would be there and it would all be over.  This was for the best, I had no other choice, and it seemed to work, as I kept walking onwards towards the bus station instead of turning back like my mind was trying to convince me to do.

 

Soon enough, before the sun was even completely visible in the  sky, I had reached the bus station.  It looked old and in bad condition, but I reminded myself that the building's condition didn't matter, for the bus was what would carry me to safety, someplace far away from the town that I had called home for so long.  The bus station was just one more reminder of the town I was leaving behind, and soon enough, I'd be away from it too.

 

The trip inside stretched on almost as long as the one I had made from my house, but soon enough I was standing in line in front of my gate, which was marked with a bright white number five, a stark contrast to the other signs in the building, as if a symbol of hope against everything else.  An odd sense of finality crept over me as I stood there, looking at that five as if it was the very embodiment of my resolve, and it was then that I fully realized that there was no turning back.  I would get on the bus, and once I did, the past was the past.  It didn't feel quite as bad as I'd thought it would, and through my clenched heart I actually felt a sort of twisted relief as the intercom rang out, calling my line to leave the gate and board the bus, and slowly the line began to creep forward.

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