@skyler-bane
From the very first moment that she’d managed to decipher the string of complicated words on the papers she’d found in a drawer, the tears had almost refused to stop their slow trails down her cheeks, and even now in public her make up was smeared all over them despite the now lack of moisture. She’d counted the days on the calendar and thirty days wasn’t very many, a month of torture knowing he was going to send her home, that he had to was too much to bare.
Taking just enough cocaine to dull her emotions while packing her bag with the company of a bottle of vodka, she’d stuffed as many of her things (and a few of his shirts) as she could into two suitcases and called the cab. A deep numbness forcing bleary eyes to ignore the first true home she’d ever had as she tugged her bags through the door for what felt like the last time, the softest choked whisper of a goodbye left on a sigh just before the latch clicked shut behind her. Who knew a sound so soft could hurt so badly?
Finally, sitting in the terminal of the flight they’d managed to find her after many more tears and the help of some extremely sympathetic staff, the fact that she had upwards of five hours to wait didn’t matter. Easier to cut the ties now than later, because seeing his face when he’d have to tell her she had to leave, would break her entirely. Instead, she’d call him from LA and they could figure it out from there... easier for them both... it had to be, even if it hurt so much.