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...Is this supposed to hurt so much?

I wanted to leave, right?

...So why does this hurt?

I moved on, I left them so...why?

It wasn't even that long of a decision to come to. I've wanted to leave that town, that place so much, since I was nine, even, so why does it hurt now? Is it because I'm not just leaving my parents but others? Why? We weren't even that close. I never really got close to too many others. Other than...

But they chose to leave me over a year ago, why would leaving that place change that? Is it just because of this feeling...?

This hope...?

Granted, neither of us really wanted to, but it was his decision to leave...I never had that luxury of leaving him.

All these thoughts plagued her, this eighteen year old. Eve. Her thoughts pestered her, pondering over these feelings rushing through her, even as she flew through the air in that huge hunk of metal and plastic, with veins of oil and heart of gasoline. She was as free of her life as possible, truly having a fresh start, not really knowing what would happen.

But she hadn't realized yet.

That those feelings she felt so deeply, so horribly...

were merely from suppressing them for years.

She hadn't realized, that that feeling that drove through her like nothing before...

was abandonment.

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...Is this supposed to hurt so much?

I wanted to leave, right?

...So why does this hurt?

I moved on, I left them so...why?

It wasn't even that long of a decision to come to. I've wanted to leave that town, that place so much, since I was nine, even, so why does it hurt now? Is it because I'm not just leaving my parents but others? Why? We weren't even that close. I never really got close to too many others. Other than...

But they chose to leave me over a year ago, why would leaving that place change that? Is it just because of this feeling...?

This hope...?

Granted, neither of us really wanted to, but it was his decision to leave...I never had that luxury of leaving him.

All these thoughts plagued her, this eighteen year old. Eve. Her thoughts pestered her, pondering over these feelings rushing through her, even as she flew through the air in that huge hunk of metal and plastic, with veins of oil and heart of gasoline. She was as free of her life as possible, truly having a fresh start, not really knowing what would happen.

But she hadn't realized yet.

That those feelings she felt so deeply, so horribly...

were merely from suppressing them for years.

She hadn't realized, that that feeling that drove through her like nothing before...

was abandonment.