She closed the door and locked it. A bag in one hand, her keys in the other.
She knew that when she woke this morning, it was time.
The sun hit her face in a cleansing new way.
This was it.
The change.
The longing.
She wore bright purple that day. Matching her bruises to her clothes. It seemed fitting. She needed this. A reminder of why it was the day for a fresh beginning. A new start on life.
She got to the train station and looked at the people going to work. Bustling and busy. Drinking their morning Starbucks.
When she heard the horn, she smiled. Her life was about to change. This train to downtown. Downtown to another state. She was finally going to travel across the country, like she had always dreamed of in college. Free to do what she pleased, whenever she pleased. No questions of where were you, why weren't you home. No one to answer to. Finally, relief.
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