Chapter 5: Running Away
Adrian POV
With my words weighing more than the paper they were written on, I set the envelope down on Adrian's mahogany desk in his office. I wiped it down with trembling hands, the writing of his name, Adrian, looking back at me accusingly.
Before deciding on simplicity, I had rewrote the letter four times, each time becoming more rudimentary than the last:
Adrian
I can no longer live this life. Don't try to find me. Please.
Elena.
No justifications. I'm not sorry. Just the truth, which I was unable to express out loud.
When I slipped out of the penthouse like a ghost, it was still dark. All I brought was a bag full of clothing, my painting tools, and a picture of my parents that I couldn't bear to part with.
I hopped in, holding on to my possessions lik
