*Amelia*
I just want to roll up and cry or go to the studio and throw myself into Cory’s arms, letting him tell me that everything will be alright.
But I can't. I have to do something, and there are so many things to take care of. I can break down when I’m done.
I call the airline and get a ticket back to Denmark on the first available flight, then I head to my apartment to pack up.
I move from room to room, tears slowly running down my face. Is this really the end of everything?
I gather Cory’s things and put them in a bag, planning to drop it off at his house on the way to the airport. I keep his favorite T-shirt, though; it smells like him, and I tuck it into my suitcase.
I take one last walk around to make sure I haven't forgotten anything before I close up and lock the apartment
