This last thing.
I have one thing left to hope and work for.
If I do, in fact, lose this last thing...
I will take it as a sign that I need to go.
And I will go far.
Probably across the sea.
I have been saving up every single time I ever wanted to walk away from something, all my life.
Every little time that I wanted to break and just run from whoever was hurting me,
Every time I just wanted to cut my losses and quit something,
I restrained myself, because I knew
I could never run far enough to truly leave it behind, shackled as I was by youth.
I saved them all.
And if I do lose this, I will let it all out, and walk away for the first time.
And when I walk away for the first time, you can bet I will do it spectacularly and completely.
I am not afraid.