After your father yells to you for the last time, you pick up the bag and open the door to what will problably no longer be your home.

Fifteen minutes later, you hop on the bus. You take a look at the streets outside while you go further and further from them.

You recall last night, the last one home. You couldn't get any sleep at all, so you spent the night playing with the lights outside.

You did this as a kid, but not anymore. Was it nostalgia that made you do it yesterday? Better stop trying to make sense of it.

"Did I forgot anything?" You packed all you need, but there's always something you forget in the end. Photos? Keys? Books?

You won't need much there, you say to yourself, so as long as there's water and food to keep you going, you'll be fine, right?

Will it be boring? Will you struggle? Will you give up? You don't know, but trying is the only way. You can't go back, after all.

Will they call?
Will you call?

You wake up. The bus stopped in the middle of nowhere. The driver says this is the end of the line, so you take the door near your seat.

The only thing to welcome you is the most sad, old and abandoned bus stop you have seen in your life. It looks like it can go down any moment.