"I'm moving."

His mother stared shocked at him.

His determined hazel eyes stare back, clearly not regretting or backing down on his decision. A fine boy he is, his dark wavy hair had gotten a cut a while back.

She sighs, understanding his reasons.
"You've got everything planned out, don't you?"

"Duh, Mom."

She cracked a smile, but still couldn't bare the thought of being alone in this house. She hoped, there wasn't anything to hope for anymore.

She looked up at her son, the time does go by fast, but, it's not his time to go, yet.

"Mom," he sayed.

His mother could feel her dull gray eyes watering, she could feel tears prick her eyelids, but she didn't dare let them free and fall.

"I'll leave in three days."

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Hi, guys, it's Sheila. Hope you're enjoying the story so far.

I had this idea for a story, so my brother and I decided to work together.

I know there's two prologues.
Here's the deal: Wattpad may have accidentally deleted the first one, so I rewrote it, but then, It magically appeared. So I couldn't decide to keep one of them, I might just mix the two later on.

Please let me know what you think and be sure to leave comments to keep the author noted of your existence. :]

Any feedback is welcomed, whether you're a hater or a fan. Or just there. I think I take criticism very well. So...

That's enough from me now, Farewell.