Literature
Leaving
I ran up to the door of the house, the image of Immy's heartbroken face burning in my mind. I had to tell her that it wasn't me. She had to know that I never meant to kiss Rosa. I didn't even like Rosa. She had to know that no other girl meant as much to me, that no matter how many girls I talked to, it was only her that actually mattered.
"Immy?" I called, hearing the sound echo dismally through the house. The house felt strangely cold and empty, and I ran to the bedroom, my heart pounding away in my chest.
The wardrobe door stood open, half empty. All her clothes and the baby things were gone.The bed was stripped clean of her comfy duvet,