They were ready to leave.

Their luggage waited by the door.

Their room was bare, stripped of all the memories. They packed those in the little golden corners of their minds.

“It hurts,” Ola said as she stood in the empty room. She moved the room around arms wide open. 

“It is scary too,” she admitted, halting to look at Lydia. 

The other omega was sitting on the bed. She ran her hand over the bare mattress. If she listened carefully, she could still hear their whispers in the air. 

So many dreams, hopes, and secrets had been shared there.

 “Aren’t you scared of what tomorrow holds?” Ola asked, going...