I woke up early the next morning, my heart heavy with the weight of Ethan's words from the night before. I knew that it was time to leave, to go back to my old life and try to find some peace in my heart. Quickly, I packed my few belongings, not wanting to linger and give myself time to change my mind. As I zipped up my suitcase, I thought about all the memories I had shared with Ethan, both good and bad. I knew that I would miss him, but I also knew that I needed to stick to my goal.
When I emerged from the bedroom, Ethan was already waiting for me in the living room. His eyes were red as if he had been crying, and I felt a pang of guilt at the thought of hurting him.
"I'm leaving," I said, my voice steady and firm.
Ethan looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and resignation. "I know," he said. "I won't try to stop you."
I felt a wave of relief wash over me at his words. I had been afraid that he would try to convince me to stay, to make me doubt my decision.
