Levi left me at the end of the driveway, with a kiss to my cheek and a promise to see me as soon as I messaged him. He would usually come in with me but tonight he didn’t want to take up any of my quality time with my Mum and Dad. I walk in to the familiar scene of my Mum cooking dinner in the kitchen and my Dad watching TV.
“Hey you two” I say as I walked in, trying to act like everything is normal, but inside I feel like my heart is crumbling into pieces. This familiar scene I have seen every day for most of my childhood and young adulthood too, that after tonight I would not see again.
I wish there was a better way. I can’t begin to imagine how they are going to react tomorrow when they realise I am gone, or in the days, weeks and months that follow when they realise that I am “mis
