She’s gone. She left me. Let the sappy violin music start to swell, for I am now alone in this gigantic city. Jacey was supposed to leave in December or January, but on Monday she told me that she booked a flight back to the US for Thursday. I knew she was struggling to be happy here, that the language barrier and the cultural differences and the lack of structure no longer felt fun. But, so soon? I was completely shocked, yet I didn’t try to stop her.
We sat on our steps in silence and waited for her driver to bring her to the airport. When he came, we hugged (the sort of hug where you cling to each other because you don’t know when you will meet again). My vision blurred with tears as I watched her get into the car, she rolled down her window and stared at me with large blue eyes. They looked even brighter as they grew watery.
And then, it was just me, with a leash that connected to Stanley.
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