Boundaries

forgive.

When Khadijah and I return to our apartment, neither of us says a word.

I don't think there really is anything for us to say at this point, knowing neither of us were ready to say goodbye.

Khadijah was flying out at the end of the week, wasting no time in starting her new life.

I, on the other hand, needed to decide what I wanted to do.

I have to admit spending the night with my father was long overdue, and actually wasn't the worst thing ever.

Now, I have a decision to make.

Did I want to return to Australia with him, or did I want to begin the new chapter of my life elsewhere?

My life has been nothing but starting over again and again, and I want nothing more than to have some consistency.

I close my bedroom door shut and place my cap and gown on the bed.

I glance at myself in the mirror, barely recognizing who I had become.

My dark roots were blending back into my natural blond color, and my cheeks were hollow with fatigue and malnutrition.

Tonight was the first night I had more than a few bites to eat.

I guess being around people helped that.

If there was one thing I was certain of, it was that I needed to get myself back on a regular sleeping and eating schedule.

There wasn't much life left to suck out of me.

Maybe a few months ago I would've been okay with not having any life left at all, but I can't help but feel determined to start my new life.

I came here to start over, and failed.

But it's better to try and fail than to never try at all.

I couldn't stop trying.

If there's one thing I learned about myself from my time spent in London, and even before, is that I was a fighter.

I begin to slip off the straps of the white dress I wore underneath my gown when I hear a slight tap against my window.

Chills immediately run down my spine as I stare at the window.

So many times have I felt pure excitement at the thought of someone at that window, but now I only feel fear.

I wait for a few moments, listening for another tap.

When it doesn't come, I convince myself everything is fine before going to remove my dress once more.

But the tap comes again, this time with more force.

I slowly walk towards my window, cupping my hands around my eyes to get a better look outside.

"What the hell." I sigh in frustration when I don't see anyone.

Just as I turn to step away, another tap comes and goes.

I fling open my window and frantically search around before my eyes land on a hooded figure down below.

"What're you doing?" I hiss.

"I saw your light." Hero responds.

I had seen many ghosts in the time I've been here, but this one was the most haunting of them all.

I knew it was him.

How could it not be?

But the real question is, why was he here? It seemed to me that he had made his point very clear about not wanting to be together anymore.