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05/28/2022 11:42 PM 

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Walking inside, the first thing I noticed were your shoes setting by the front door. You know, the ones that made you look like a Greek goddess. You complained about how long it took you to put them on but you were set on looking like a dream on our night out. And you did. You looked too good to be real.. But you were, and you were all mine.

 

Catching my reflection in the bathroom mirror as I passed by, I stopped and looked at just how tear stained my cheeks were and how puffy the underneath of my eyes looked. I inhale and my breath is shaky. I can’t tell if I’m angry, devastated, confused, or all of the above. Each feeling comes in waves. Nothing feels real anymore, including my now bloodied fist, and the shattering glass from the mirror. I glance down, a few shards of glass sticking out of the top of my hand, and I feel nothing.

Numb. Empty.
A shell of the man I once was..

 

The voices are louder than they’ve been in months. The thoughts of coming home and dealing with every piece of clothing, her toothbrush, hair brush, all of her accessories, and whatever else she left in our home – I dreaded seeing it. The thoughts alone made me want to throw up everything I’ve eaten today – a piece of plain toast, lightly buttered – but I’ve managed to keep it down, but I’ve only made it to the bathroom..

The sight of her makeup and a lipstick she must have accidentally left uncapped, was enough to force an inhale so deep it took my breath away. My chest feels tight and the high from the line I did off the back of my hand aren’t kicking in fast enough.

It’s only been three minutes..

Another three minutes and I could decide to make a left and sit out on my balcony ledge..

 

That’s where it all started, after all.

It should be where it all ends.

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