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The heels of your shoes click descisively on the floor as you walk briskly down the hall. In one hand, a suitcase filled with your belongings. In the other, a smaller, plastic bag filled with a few books, pictures. A camera. Some paints. You'll have to buy canvas in the next city.
You slow to a stop, look around at the pictures on the walls. You look so happy in each of them. What happened between then and now?
"Marie, wait!" At the sound of his voice, you start walking again, faster. You almost make it outside; the door is open, you have on foot out the door, when he catches your arm.
"Marie. Wait. We can try again."
You briefly wonder if you can, before yanking your arm out of his grip. You turn to face him. He looks older than he's ever looked before.
"No, we can't."
You slow to a stop, look around at the pictures on the walls. You look so happy in each of them. What happened between then and now?
"Marie, wait!" At the sound of his voice, you start walking again, faster. You almost make it outside; the door is open, you have on foot out the door, when he catches your arm.
"Marie. Wait. We can try again."
You briefly wonder if you can, before yanking your arm out of his grip. You turn to face him. He looks older than he's ever looked before.
"No, we can't."