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Gilly's P.O.V

I'm staring into my closet, thinking about what I would take.

Yeah, I'm leaving.

Just until I can feel better. 

I grab some clothes and an extra pair of shoes. Shoving them into a bag, I look out my window. It's around 10 pm. No one would know I'm gone until the morning. I think that would be easier, well not easy, but simpler.

I know this is going to take a toll on the family, it think so anyways. Is it selfish for me to want them to cry over my disappearance?

Continuing on... Grabbing my packed bag, I stuff my wand into my pocket, grab Wilson, and sneak out of my room, trying not to make a sound. Wilson rests on my shoulder as I grab some paper, ink, and a quill from Father's desk. 

Doubling back to the kitchen, I grab some cheese and a canteen full of water.

I think I'm ready. Not mentally though.

I'm still not sure on where I'm going.

Maybe to the golden goose. She was in an isolated area, no one would check there. 

I guess now I know where I'm going.

I'm fully ready. Putting the bag on my shoulder, then moving Wilson to my pocket, right next to the wand, I open the door, I hold the bell, preventing it from ringing. 

I step outside.

So this is what freedom feels like? I like it.

The night air is dark and cool, street lights allowing me to see. 

Goodbye old life, for a bit anyways.

(A/N: Heyyyy.... It's been awhile...(coughcoughtwomonthscoughcough) 🧍🏽‍♀️ bUT I'M HERE NOW.👀 I love you and I'll work on the next chapterrrr💖💖 This story's been up for like a year now too. But yeahhh, byeeeee

P.S. Cami, consider this a late b-day present!)

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