The director paused, studying me for a moment. I could see him weighing my words, perhaps wondering about the real reason behind my sudden resignation.
Finally, he nodded with understanding. "Well, alright then. I wish you the best for the future."
Leaving the lawyer center, I wandered the city streets as dusk deepened. The neon lights of Harbor City began to shimmer through the gathering darkness, painting the sidewalks in pools of blue, red, and yellow.
A cool breeze rustled the treetops, carrying the scents of the city—food from nearby restaurants, exhaust from passing cars, the faint sweetness of blooming trees along the boulevard.
A pang of loneliness swept through me. I was about to leave Harbor City, which had been my home for three years, a place of both hardship and growth
