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Dry tears leaving streaks in my makeup.
My hands shaking.
I slowly opened the front door. I couldn't wait to see my boyfriend.
He was almost too good to be true.
After the attack, I was never the same. I took sabbatical leave from work because i was too distraught for such an intense workplace.
My eyes darted around the room.
Odd - he isnt here. Jacob is a chef, whenever i return home he is always trying to come up with a new recipe.
I creep around the kitchen.
My eyes flick over to a folded white note on the counter top.
I cautiously pick up the note.
My heart broke then and there.
He ran away.
Because he cant handle me.
Boiling rage filled me.
Everything goes red.
I scream as I destroy the kitchen windows with his favorite pan.
I throw out all our photos and all of his cooking supplys earning a yell from the people on the floor below me.
How could he leave me?
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RomansaIris Loves her job. She is only 24 but with her mothers expert advise, she is a Commander in the navy. Sometimes, the trauma that still haunts her, starts to take over... With her playboy ex and her crazy thoughts back in the picture, is there any...
