Vanessa
I sat on the edge of my bed and looked around the room. My cupboard was bare. The suitcase was open and fully packed on the floor. The room was dimly lit because the sun’s rays could barely penetrate through the drawn curtains. I looked down at my phone, my thumb hovering over Lance’s number. The decision to move may have been dramatic, but I couldn’t see past it now. Damon was everywhere. Every corner of this town held some type of memory of him. Every street echoed with the sound of his laughter. I couldn’t stay here. I felt too embarrassed to stay here. I had been so dramatic. So quick to voice my thoughts on moving. Of course, I knew it was only Mandy, but I knew she couldn’t – wouldn’t – keep her mouth shut. With a deep breath, I finally tapped the screen and the phone starte
