/soy/ - Soyjaks

My parents will cry, but mostly they’ll just stare at the wall wondering what happened to me. I left my favorite sweater folded neatly on the chair, and now it sits there mocking me every time they brush past it. The silence in this house is deafening; it presses against my eardrums like deep water, heavier than any grief anyone else feels. They’ll say I ran away from responsibility, but looking back, running seemed like the only honest choice I ever made. Please tell Sarah her hair looks nice when she smiles—it’s the closest thing to joy I’ve seen in months, and I hate myself for taking it all without saying goodbye properly. This note will likely get lost among the clutter of their daily lives, forgotten within two weeks, yet I’m certain its weight will linger longer than anything else I owned.