She'd leave here.
'I'll go to the U.S., find a job, and work for myself. I don't need their approval. I don't need their love.'
I'm fine. I'll be fine. She told herself.
It wasn't like she had any of them before, why did she decide she needed them now?
She squared her shoulders, lifting her chin as she held back tears. She was done begging, done hoping, done hurting.
She wanted to make sure nothing was left behind, but she also needed a moment to breathe away from their suffocating presence.
She needed to leave!
The house felt foreign, cold, and uninviting. It was no longer her home—it never really had been.
She had been stupidly hopeful.
She grabbed her bags and moved, she was leaving.
But she reached the door and stopped, she met each of their gazes. Her eyes, though filled with pain and sorrow, held a newfound determination.
