After weeks of hiding in my room, feeling lost in my own home, i finally make the decision i have been avoiding. i pack my belongings into my travel bag and pen a note to leave in the Great Hall:
To my MacLaaran family,
For reasons i trust you know and understand, it’s time for me to move on. i love you all and wouldn’t trade my years here at Mac for anything. i hope our paths will cross again some day. Goodbye.
Love,
~lava~
i slip downstairs and place the note on the big table, using a tankard to weight it down. i take one more long look around the Great Hall before picking up my bag and slipping out into the night, unsure of where to go, but confident i will figure it out along the way.
