The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio)

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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 work

moved in. The black and white decor was simple, like one could see every comer from the front door. The night before I was

kept hanging up on

if you're not

thought if that was the case, maybe it was better if we didn't talk.

I walked out, all I felt was a weight lifted

got on the plane, my phone blew up

best wishes for a great future. Some prayed for my safety and happiness, and

one by one, I switched

a silent promise to myself, "I'll find my

wishes, I was sure I would

overseas. The sun was shining brightly outside, and the sky was

window. Clouds were rolling by, and now and then, there was a burst

quickly started sketching. By the time I was done, night

like I had traveled through time. I left on the 27th in the morning and arrived

I stepped out of the