Page 44 of Meant to Be

I wash my face, not caring if I wash off my makeup. I’m clammy and too hot. I numbly walk back to the lounge and sink into it, practically on Harley’s lap.

“I missed everything,” I whisper. Slowly, I turn. “And it’s all because of whatyoudid.”

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Harley left shortly after that, and thank God he did. Because the moment the door shut, I curled into my pillow and screamed until my throat was raw.

I cry all the tears I’ve refused to release over the years. It feels fucking terrible.

When there are no more tears, I shower. My face feels swollen. I don’t dare look at my reflection. I can’t bear to see myself so broken.

I crawl back into bed, staring up at the ceiling, and let the memories roll in.

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