Claire hates packing. Hates it.

Stuffing a month’s worth of clothes into a ridiculously small duffle, forcing the heap into the cramped space before forcing it to zip shut. Her beauty products barely fit, but they’re in there.

She has a job across the country, one she can’t ignore. It has an estimated time when she’ll be able to come back home, so that’s good. But, she still hates leaving you.

She has to.

“You know you can always call me.” she sighs, tossing the heavy bag over her shoulder. What makes this bittersweet is the fact that you’ve been crying over this last night. The tears haven’t stopped yet.

Claire doesn’t wanna leave you like this.

“Baby..”