Samantha's P. O. V

“Absolutely not… You don't get to leave like this”, Melissa snapped, making me realize that she had been talking to me this whole time.

Every time I pulled a dress from the drawer and folded it into the bag, she would snatch it back and shove it into the drawer. Again and again. Like we were stuck in a time loop.

I ignored her completely, my hands doing the work they were meant to do while my mind was somewhere, lost in thought.

Maybe it was only wishful thinking, but I had already pictured my gray hair in this manor, my hands wrinkled from all the...