I was sprawled on the cool tile of the bathroom floor gazing at the ceiling. Slowly taking in each breathe trying to figure out exactly what I had just done. Everything was flashing in my mind like a movie reel; replaying it all to me. My breathing is becoming shallow, heavy. The the only thing that infused my mind was his last words, "I don't love you anymore. I haven't for a long time, and I want you gone." With each broken breath inhaled, I was slowly slipping away.
*Note from Author:
I am not certain if I am going to keep this for this story or use it for book 2 of this "mini-series" but please enjoy!
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