Packing Her Bag
The rain drummed against the roof while I packed my bag. I grabbed a worn hoodie and pushed it in my suitcase, right next to some books.
The room felt like a mix of memories and a future waiting for me. Every fold, every zipper pull, was like packing bits of my past life and the promise of a new start.
This is it, I thought, as I prepared to walk away from everything I once called home.