Yesterday was mostly just shock- the shock of leaving, of having to say goodbye, and then the car dying.
This morning was filled with trying to get things put together, and then exploring as I wait until tomorrow evening for my car to be fixed. Now I'm just lounging at the hotel room, and I miss him. I think I've been too busy to notice it too much, but now I've got nothing but time. There is a void.
I will keep going tomorrow, but I want to turn around. Why am I leaving my home? Why am I leaving my heart? Why am I leaving my best friend?
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