Kyle storms into his apartment, slamming the door shut behind him with a force that echoes through the empty space like a warning shot.
The sound rings in his ears, but it doesn't even begin to match the chaos inside his chest.
His thoughts are too jagged and fast to be caught in full. The only coherent thing running through his mind is that he's leaving. For good this time. No second thoughts, no delays.
He's done.
This city, its noise, its memories, its ghosts, all of it has turned into a battlefield where every visit ends with his heart left bleeding on the floor.
Every time he comes back, it's like life waits with claws sharpened to shred whatever fragile peace he's managed to build elsewhere.
He's tired of putting the pieces back together just so they can be shattered all over again.
He doesn't hesitate. Not even for a second.
He strides across the apartment, yanking open drawers, throwing clothes into the suitcase with jerky, angry movements.
