As I stepped off the bus, I thought, If I removed myself from this earth, would anyone notice.Something deep inside told me no one would care. A pang of sadness gripped my heart, and I cursed myself for showing the softness.It wouldn’t do for an agent to turn warm.The bus rolled off, belching fumes and exhaust. I tucked my hand into my pocket and clenched my only coins in my fist. Ahead of me, a mangled Welcome home! banner hung from a tree, a mocking reminder of what I would never have.Nobody could love Mahlon Crabtree.
After two years of suffering I needed to start over. Without a note, I created my new world. I imagined his shock when he woke “partner” less, hung over and grumpy.
Probably shocking everyone in town, I defied my largest oppressor. With no family to inform, I had no reason to put it off any longer. I knew the 100 dollars in my pocket, and the bag of clothes on my back had to be enough to get me settled. I ditched my phone in the trashcan outside our apartment.
I was determined to start fresh.