I knew that I wouldn’t ever stand on this patio again, stare at this view again, live in this home again.
Thunder rolled off the Pacific like it was coming through a megaphone, rattling the windows and doors of all the homes on the boardwalk. The rain picked up velocity, splashing violently into the puddles on the ground.
I wiped the water from my eyes and took another look, making sure that all of it—my home, the view, this world I had created for myself—would never leave my memory.
I knew that it wouldn’t, just as I knew that the last month would never leave me either.
Things like that don’t leave you. They inhabit you. Forever.
I turned to the glass door and squinted through the reflected bands of rain. My gun lay on the kitchen table. Two surfboards stood in the corner. Most everything I owned was still inside. I didn’t know what would happen to those things. And I didn’t care.
The lightning cracked again behind me. A starter’s pistol, telling me it was time to go.
I stepped off the patio and headed for the car, leaving the remains of my life behind.
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