"This city is where it all began and it should be the place where it all ends", she said to herself as she pulled her hair to the side of her face with her shaky fingers when looking out of her balcony to the noisy, lonely, brutal city. She was overwhelmed with the idea of a new start, a new set up, a new skin, a new soul, but there was nothing left for her to do anymore. It was time to pack the dishes, fold the clothes in the closets, seperate what was his and what was hers and finally take down the curtains that they put up together months ago. Strangely she's thought of taking those curtains down so many times in her head during the last couple months. She knew what was coming to her, but still she couldn't help but be a good and generous host to the weak, old guest in her heart, called hope. She had hope in her heart during the worst times, during fights, during the unbearable pain she was feeling in her chest at every time he treated her like a worthless being, she still kept that helpless guest deep inside her thinking maybe it'd do some good someday.
It was time to take down the curtains and then she'd be done, she'd be ready to head out to meet her ex-husband-to-be in a few months, to set up the dates and prepare the papers for divorce. Only thing that was there to do was to take down the curtains, and she'd be done. Done with the laughter that they kept in their tiny patterns, done with the words that they listened to when the two of them were talking in their little room, done with the tears that they witnessed during the darkest hours. All would go away if she could just take down those damn curtains and packed them forever.
She felt a heavy burden in her chest and on her shoulders and thought of doing it later, they could wait for another day before they moved the stuff from the apartment, no biggie, right?
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A day later she was back in the apartment and the truck was waiting for her downstairs in the street to load the remaining stuff but it's been a while, the truck driver was getting tense and was honking the horn constantly every other five minutes.
Her sister went upstairs to see what took her so long. She was sitting in the middle of the room and crying desperately, curtains were up on the windows still... Didn't she just say she was going to get them and that was the last thing to do?
Sister approached her and tried to help her stand while holding her from her shoulders, she knew what she was thinking from the way she was sobbing and the way she was lacking breath. She was mumbling something but it was hard to make sense of it, so the sister just kept saying, "it will be alright dear, it will be alright..."
They started walking out of the room after grabbing her purse from the floor. And suddenly sister heard some keys falling to the floor, she grabbed them and looked at the key chain, the key chain had a text on it and it said "love".
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