I collected a small pile of clothing and undergarments in my suitcase, and headed for the front door. With a heavy heart, I sighed, “It’s for the best.”
As I turned around to walk down the hallway, I saw Stella running down the steps, trying to chase me down. She was in a small state of panic, almost hysterical, “Amelie, wait. Please, don’t leave.”
My heart was still tied down to a false romance, but I had to force myself to break away. “Silence. You’ve had your time trying to keep me, and you sullied it.”
“S’il vous plaît…”
“Non…”
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