Perspectives

POV

Millie

“Hey, Steph? I’m going to go see my old neighbors in about an hour,” I say handing her phone back to her.

“Okay, sure. I think I’ll drop by my parent's house while you do that then.” She explains.

I nod my head.

Ugh, I have nothing here! All of my stuff is still in the penthouse. I guess I’ll have to go there in my current messy state.

…

After about 45 minutes of sitting mostly in silence with Steph in the hotel room, I decide it’s time to head out.

We both walk down together to the cars.

I point to the car that Steph walks to, “Um, whose car is that..?” I ask.

“Mia’s,” she says proudly.

“She knows what happened?” I ask.

Steph shakes her head, “no.”

…

I drive to my old apartment complex, making it there within ten minutes.

It’s incredible really, a few weeks ago I hated this place and loved driving away from it with the intent of never returning.

As I drive into the complex parking lot, it really doesn’t seem so bad.

Perspective.

Perspective is everything, so