#CHAPTER 56: Saying Goodbye

MILA: Felix did not protest the entire time I packed up my belongings to leave. Felix did not protest while I booked my plane ticket. Felix did not protest when I slipped into a taxi in the dead of night, even though I saw him watching me from his bedroom window. I wanted him to say something. I wanted him to chase after me, to follow me, to beg me to stay. But he did not. He simply said nothing. He just looked at me with haunted, hollow eyes. There was nothing left for me to say. And so I left. As soon as I got on the plane to America, I was filled with regret. I didn’t want to leave Fresonia–I didn’t want to leave Felix. But I was done with the lies and the manipulation. Things had gone far enough, and I needed time and space to clear my head. The past few weeks had moved so quickly, maybe I just needed a breather to figure out what I really wanted. As the wheels of the plane left the ground, I couldn’t help but look out the window, wis