The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio)

Part 4:5

I trudged

home, dead tired, and for the first time. I really looked at the place I had called home for seven years.

Every corner was filled with Antonio's and my sweet memories.

All those perfect moments now felt like a million knives piercing my heart. I pulled out a huge cardboard box and stayed up all night packing away those memories.

The matching couple's slippers, the matching couple's mugs, the

keychains that could find each other within 10 meters, and a whole box o pictures of us...

These things were my lifeline when I was feeling insecure, proof that Antonio and I were a real couple. Yet, they were just trash now.

Antonio hadn't been home for two weeks.

time, I had finished my design

The black and white decor was simple, like one could see every comer from the front door. The night before I was set to leave, I figured I should talk things through with

just kept hanging

bit, he texted me, "If you haven't realized your mistake, if you're not going to apologize to Alicia for real,

the case, maybe it was better if we didn't talk. I had

as I walked out, all I felt

the plane, my phone blew

sent their best wishes for a great future. Some prayed for my

to them one by one, I switched off

took off, I made a silent

I was sure I would find my

brightly outside,

fascinated, watching the changing scenes outside the window. Clouds were rolling by, and now and then, there was a

sudden burst of creativity hit me, and I quickly started sketching. By the time I was done, night

through time. I left on the 27th in the morning

out of the airport.