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Cold

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Cold.

I felt cold without her by me. Her warm body pressed against mine, head in my chest and her soft snores soothing me. i was currently lying in bed, thinking about her. Again.

It had been 4 days since we broke up, i still had the promise ring she threw back at me. I would sometimes place it underneath her pillow. I don't know, it just gave me comfort for some reason.

I royally fucked up, and now I'll never get her back.

The morning light was beginning to invade the bedroom, our bedroom. Fuck, what have I done? I haven't eaten, slept, seen anyone since. Nothing. Just wallowing in my own self pitty.

The door swung open.

"Fuck off" i groaned, burying my face into the pillow.

"No, you need to get up" Antonio ripped the covers from my body, the cold air hitting my body. I shot him a glare.

"fine. I'll smash your favourite bottle of whiskey" he held the bottle against the wall, disaronno.

"Do it, it won't bring her back" I yanked the sheets back over my head.

He sighed and i felt the bed dip slightly when he sat down.

"Mate, you need to get up. This isn't good"

"Do i look like i give a fuck" i grumbled.

"No but me and the guys do, so get your ass out of bed" he gave me a little shove.

Today i actually felt ok

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Today i actually felt ok. for the first time in a long time i felt good. So for the special occasion I decided to wear something that made me feel badass.

I wore a long sleeved, short black dress with a small slit showing a tiny bit of my thigh. For accessories, i wrapped a gold chain around my neck and wore my knee high boots. As usual my hair was tied into a ponytail with two strands brought down, resting on my face.

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