I looked at the large glass apartment complex I was moving out of, and sighed. I was moving out of my fucking childhood, to go to a continent on the other side of the country.
But it was all for the greater good.
Because I was also leaving behind the worst memories. The blinding pain and soft cushion.
I shuddered and grasped the metal handle on my old suitcase.
I wasn't prepared for this. I wasn't ready to move on. But really, what choice did I have?
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FanfictionAfter moving from New York, she goes to a frat party to find some friends. There, she meets Calum, he's so out of her limit, but he acts like she's the ten. But he wouldn't think she was if he knew why she relocated from New York. He would probably...
