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.

that time, I had finished my design work

black and white decor was simple, like one could see every

just kept hanging up on

if you're not going to apologize to Alicia for real, then there's

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 headed

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

before I got on the plane, my phone blew

prayed for my safety and happiness, and

by

a silent promise to myself, "I'll

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

shining brightly outside, and

was fascinated, watching the changing scenes outside the window. Clouds were rolling by, and now and then, there was a burst of red light catching

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

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

of the airport. There, I saw my parents