It has been a week since my whole world came tumbling down.
It has been seven days since I last saw Christian.
It's been three days since I moved to New York.
I sigh and look out the window of my double bed apartment that I share with my co- worker Hannah. It has been a week since the whipping, since I walked out of Christian's life. And so much has happened in this mere one week. I got transferred from SIP to NYIP. The position and salary was the same. But it was a new city and a full furnished apartment with half the rent. It seemed like a perfect package. So I packed my bags, boarded the first plane to New York and took off.
Kate was devastated at my sudden move. But she couldn't convince me to stay. Seattle had become a box of memories. Old and new. Fond and not-so-fond. But every second, every minute every hour I spent in that city I was reminded of Christian's presence. I left a part of me with him when I had walked out that day. The only feelings I've felt since then was grief, longing and emptiness.
I feel so fucking empty without him.
I miss him.
I blink quickly. I will not cry. I will not cry. I chant the mantra over and over again in my head. This is a new beginning. I've shed enough tears.
It's time for me to lift my chin and move on. I've vowed that I'd never visit that city again. I don't need to. There's nothing there left for me. Kate can come here and visit me.
I look out the window t the New York skyline. Smiling ruefully to myself, I lift the glass of wine in my hand and raise it to my lips. Here's to a new beginning.
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