Ambrosia didn't want to leave. She couldn't leave...but she had to. In the morning, before Jonathon had awoken, she slipped away. Kissing his lips softly. She ran home..ran into her house and got her things. When she was ready, she wrote a letter to Jonathon, and left it on the counter. Knowing her mother would send it for her. Then, without a final word...she was gone. Maybe she would be back, maybe she wouldn't