“I’m sorry,” X says, packed bag at xir feet. Y takes a deep breath, pulls a smile from some deep reserve of strength. 

“No, don’t be sorry!” ze says. “Go and live your dreams! I want you to be happy. Just. Come home to me, when you can?”

Author: corvidcraft

What's up! I'm a northern Canadian artist/writer. Poli sci student by education, acrylic painter by passion.

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