I stood outside, watching as the servants load my trunks inside the carriage. As the early sunrays filled the morning sky they painted the dew-treated ground with pale golden light. The air was fresh, having the distant chirping of birds amidst soft murmurs of the servants. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful day but I knew better than that.
The sound of each descending trunk punctured my heart as if they were steel nails driven deeper into my organs. This was real. This was happening, I was getting sent back. The more the servants load the trunk, the more I wished that someone would come out to stop all of this.
