Goodnight, Moon. Or, The One Where Menodora Says Goodbye.
no triggers, necessarily; referenced infidelity
The walls are just as bare as they’ve always been.
Menodora sits, legs crossed, on the floor of Castle Suites Flat 2F. Her heart feels heavy, still, but there’s a weight that’s been lifted from her shoulders. It was a weight that had been there for a long, long time — long enough that she doesn’t remember a time without it.
She feels unburdened. She feels light.
It’s Nearly May in Swynlake, the late sunset outside being proof of that fact. The days were growing longer, with the promise of summer ahead.
She hopes whoever has this apartment next can decorate it and make it feel like home. Or maybe they’d stay in Swynlake long enough for it to change their life before moving on, just like Menodora has.
The fading light casts light and shadow across her apartment. She’ll miss this sort of late hour most.
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