It was a fairly normal Thursday morning until then. I had plans for it already. My shop closed on Thursdays, and I wanted to use the free time to relax for months ahead. Eat junk food, watch some movies, lie in bed half of the day… This sort of thing.
But before that, I had to grab something for breakfast, and this was where I found the note, accompanied by a single pink rose. It was foreboding even before I read the contents.
[Diana, forgive me beforehand for notifying you with a note, and so suddenly at that, but I couldn't bear to do so otherwise. I had to leave this place—this city, even. It's only temporary, and I hope to return in a few days. A couple weeks, at most.
I imagine you would be most distraught to read all this—trust me, this brings me no joy either, but I felt like it had to be done, for both of us. There's been a lot on my mind recently, both good and bad things. So many changes. I need solitude to process them all.
