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.

had finished my design work and pretty much cleaned out the

the furniture I had bought, and now the place was back to how it was when I first moved in. The black and white decor was simple, like one

kept hanging

texted me, "If you haven't realized your mistake, if you're not going

smile, I thought if that was the case, maybe it was better if we didn't talk. I had a flight to catch the next morning, so I grabbed my suitcase

and comforting, but now, as I walked out, all I felt was a weight lifted off my

before I got on the plane, my phone

for a great future. Some prayed for my safety and happiness, and others hoped for perfect

replying to them one by

I made a silent promise to myself, "I'll

good wishes, I was sure I would find my Mr.

sun was shining brightly

the window. Clouds were rolling by, and

quickly started sketching. By the

was surreal, like I had traveled through time. I left on

amazing feeling, I stepped out of the airport. There, I