I've always hated change. I hate the idea of change; every cell in my body yells its hatred, and my heart is full of disdain for it.
Therefore, when my parents announced that we're moving to a new place, I started to silently hate them more than I already did. I didn't want to leave, I didn't want to be the one to abandon my friends. I wanted to stay, to be with them forever, and most importantly, with my dearest, Amias.
I tried to stay, I wanted to be with him to the end of time. I wanted all of it so much. My hands were already reaching for him before my heart and mind could feel and form a thought. I'm drowning in the affection I hold within; I feel suffocated in my own body. I want to feel his hands upon my skin, his burning hands. I want to drown in his arms, and listen to that voice once again.
But I couldn't, because what I hold most dear was destroyed the moment I heard their words, "We're moving from this trash house,, I felt my heart shiver. The fear I've always held is leaking out.