(Isabella)
I stepped through the gates, the cool breeze wrapping around me like a shroud. My suitcase rolled quietly behind me as I navigated the route toward the bus station. Before I could even get there, I caught sight of a cab and halted it instead. Telling the driver my home address, I entered the cab and he drove off.
The cab weaved through the familiar streets, each turn stirring up a mix of nostalgia and heartache. The world outside the window blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors—the green of the lush trees, the soft hues of the houses, and the warm glow of the sun filtering through the clouds. But no matter how beautiful the scene, my heart felt heavier with each passing moment.
When the cab finally came to a stop, I took a deep breath before stepping out. Paying the driver
