We are leaving.
He away from his abuse. Me away from everything holding me back in this small town.
We were never the festive kind, and he wasn’t feeling good  because I just removed him from his roots by force. 

But,

there was a beginning. The life we had dreamed of. 

We’re ought to have a celebration of a sort, so I brought sparklers. We always liked those.

We, are finally leaving.
To a new life where we can set the rules and be free from the pain that left its marks on his body, and my soul.

Black sighed then murmured; “I…I think I’m gonna cry.”
It sounded more like he’s in shock that that was what he was feeling.

I didn’t understand why he, a crybaby would be shocked, or even need to utter these words out loud. 

I didn’t understand why I, who waited for this day for years upon years, shared his feeling.