Blindly, I walk to the kitchen, my thoughts still stuck on Kat and how she was forced to leave her entire life behind. Leaving your home with nothing more than a couple bags is a feeling I know all too well. The heavy ache that settles after making the decision to walk away is not something I would wish on anyone. No matter how much they hurt you, physically or emotionally, it still hurts like hell when the life you built with the person you loved, who claimed to love you back, goes up in flames.
