Tears blind my vision as I run. Passing my mom’s bakery and nearly jumping over the fire hydrant where I once found a twenty dollar bill folded and tied around the chains. All of that reminded me of her. She and I spent hours and hours in Angolo di Bomboloni, doing homework and stuffing our bellies with Italian sweets. And she was with me when I spotted that money, I ended up giving her half of it.
She was my companion. My go-to person when I was looking for happiness. My life. My friend.
But now she’s gone.
Ava would be the one to get me through something like this. She could cheer up in an instant, no matter what was wrong.
I just need to get away from everything that made me think of her, I don’t know where I’m going, when I’ll get back, or what will happen to me, but I don’t care.
I don’t have a purpose in life now that Ava is gone.