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I wrote a scene for a book I'll never write about the pain of an endless cycle in a toxic relationshipÂ
A fog of shame and guilt clouded her mind this heavy feeling came unto her chest like the feeling you get when you're about to cry.
"Get out." She audibly whispered unable to look him in the eyes.
"Why?" His voice strained. He tried to search for her gaze but was unable to find it. He's eyes started to swell. He'd anticipated this moment would come but forever wished it wouldn't
"I'm sick of this." She said with a sort of whimpering tone."I'm sick of this cycle, I'm sick of having you on my mind. Constantly fantasizing about making this work but knowing it won't. Not because we can't change, not because we're different but because you are you and I am me." With tears glazing over in her eyes she mustered up the courage to look up at him. The pain on his face cutting into her heart.
"So get out." She said with a firm tone.
She held her breath until he left. Bottling up the the feelings of everything. Every moment now memory. Every joke. Every conversation. Every promise. Gone.
And when that sliver of light that came through the open door finally vanished.
She was left alone again. In the dark and she cried. Just like before. Like everytime before. Except this time she knew it would be her last.
"Get out." She audibly whispered unable to look him in the eyes.
"Why?" His voice strained. He tried to search for her gaze but was unable to find it. He's eyes started to swell. He'd anticipated this moment would come but forever wished it wouldn't
"I'm sick of this." She said with a sort of whimpering tone."I'm sick of this cycle, I'm sick of having you on my mind. Constantly fantasizing about making this work but knowing it won't. Not because we can't change, not because we're different but because you are you and I am me." With tears glazing over in her eyes she mustered up the courage to look up at him. The pain on his face cutting into her heart.
"So get out." She said with a firm tone.
She held her breath until he left. Bottling up the the feelings of everything. Every moment now memory. Every joke. Every conversation. Every promise. Gone.
And when that sliver of light that came through the open door finally vanished.
She was left alone again. In the dark and she cried. Just like before. Like everytime before. Except this time she knew it would be her last.
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