He leaves before the funeral is over, his stomach cramped and hurting, and his tie choking him. He sends the text when he finishes packing, something that takes less than ten minutes because he doesn’t care really, doesn’t want to take anything that will remind him, and he gets a two word response within thirty seconds, and that’s that.
He doesn’t leave a note. Just drops his phone on his bed and waves a two finger salute at the camera still in his bedroom and–
theproblemwithstardust 