Chapter 77 Ghost

• The last few days are like a blur to me, if you ask me now what happened, I could give you a brief summary, with very few details, but something specific... I'm not sure if I can answer that. I remember leaving the Clark's house on that horrible day, feeling like I was incomplete, as if a part of me had stayed there, dead, wandering like a ghost through those hallways.
• I cried and sighed as I drove home like a zombie. I remember Billy holding my hand and telling me he was there for me, his worried look and genuinely concerned tone of voice, but I just wanted to get away. I didn't want to take him away from his family, since he was a Clark, and I wasn't. I would never be.
• It seemed ironic that after so many years of wanting to be with Brandon, now I was leaving, distancing myself. I didn't know if I would regret it in the future, but I did what my body told me, that terrible decision to run away or suffer. I went straight to my apartment, Lizzie wasn't there, and I stood under the shower with a lost gaze, remembering everything I had experienced with him, every detail, reliving those happy moments, as well as the anxieties and sorrows, but at this precise moment, my foolish brain only thought about the good ones.