“Everything will be different” she thought standing before the door preparing for the final time. She reconciled. She was used to being different, always conflicted, but now it was too late. It would be too tumultuous to return and attempt cohesion.
She hoisted her rucksack, stuffed with a meagre itinerary. Heavy in her pocket was money, not all of it hers. She had regretted that, but realised there were no compromises in survival.
She opened the door, the night was cold; lonely. In the darkness ahead there would be many challenges, but still the air was pregnant with unbound opportunity.