Thud.
The sound of the outer shell of the suitcase closing reverberated throughout the room. Clothes stacked one up the other clumsily. If his mother were to see this she would lose her mind. But who cares now.
He picked up the large suitcase that had all the materials he used for all his time in this mansion. And slowly walked towards the door.
As he walked out the wooden door he turned back to take another glance at the room that had sheltered him for the past two years. The same room that felt so foreign to him when he first arrived now was hard to leave it behind.
The man inhaled deeply to steady his wavering heart and stinging eyes. The pain wasn't for leaving behind this room of his, rather, it was something else. Failure. Somewhere in his heart, he felt that he failed his parents and his sibling.
