Letter 25
I've decided to move out of the apartment. It reminds me too much of you and I don't think I can move on if I'm constantly surrounded by all the memories.
Fortunately for me, my lease is nearly up anyway. I'm not going to renew it. But it pains me to leave, and all the memories of us falling into another person's hands.
But I know I have to do it. I must. I've got to rip out the bandaid after all.
If not now, then when?
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