You stood at the bus stop that would take you away from the city, your slightly cold hands clutching the suitcase you were holding. Your phone tray was full of messages and missed calls from Leo, which you had refused to answer for the past two weeks. You weren't in the mood to see or hear from him after the fight.

It was spring, but the day was completely cold for some reason that could be due to the depressing situation you were in, as if the universe wanted to make you worse than you already were.

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You had finally boarded your corresponding bus, you would go to a small suburban town to distract yourself, playing on your headphones a song by your favorite artist to cheer you up a bit.