I’m the type of person who throws it all away. The friends I’ve made, the people who showed me how, and the numbers in my contacts list.
Like, that scene in Final Fantasy XIII when Lightning looks at a crystallized Serah and looks away. This is goodbye.
I can feel it. Turning my back on the past. As if I’m wrapping every little box and writing every letter, goodbye.
I’m so used to leaving things behind.