When You Left

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I don't think I've ever cried so much in my entire life. I spent the whole day in bed, wrapped up in the sheets. I could smell the scent of your cologne, faint, but still there, mingling with my breathe.

I loved that scent. I'd always felt happy and relaxed when I smelt it. But now it felt like someone was ripping my heart out of my chest. I felt miserable. Helpless. Discarded. 

Lonely.

My eyes were red and swollen from crying so much. I was exhausted. My head hurt, every part of my body hurt. But not any more than my heart did. What was left of it anyway.

Because the minute you walked out that door, you took it with you.