“You should nurture me, not leave halfway.”
Penny ignored it. Although she tried to escape, guilt gnawed at her ribs. Life was in shambles—her wallpaper had lost its adhesiveness, her wallet its weight to repaint.
No matter. Leaving for good, she needn’t make the place habitable anymore. Paintings she’d once adored lay around, fading, frames falling apart, and in total disarray. She didn’t care. Not when no one else cared to appreciate her work.
She’d tried. And she’d failed. Unmanageable, strangling reality cast her into poverty.
Time to stifle the voice of her creativity instead.
Desk job repays debts.