ELIZA

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"Say it." Justine said softly, holding Alina's hands, the left wrist bandaged and healing slowly after a week in the hospital.

Alina could barely look Justine in the eyes.

"Say what they told me, babe." Justine trying to coax it out of Alina.

"I have - I have bipolar." Alina said as tears ran down her face.

"It's ok. It's ok to have bipolar." Justine said, rocking Alina in her arms.

The doctors had given Alina a heavy dose of Seroquel, antidepressants, and Trazodone. She was taking six pills a day.

Justine took a breath.

"Alina, I love you." She started.

"I love you." Alina said back.

"I can't do this anymore. I can't keep taking care of you." Justine continued.

"What?! We're married. For better or for worse!" Alina said, shocked.

"Your moods, your mental health - that's your and your doctor's responsibility. I've been your rock throughout Smith and now. I can't anymore." Justine justified.

"What does this mean? What are you saying?" Alina, so hurt, could not get the words out.

"I don't know." Justine said coldly.

The fury and betrayal engulfed Alina's entire body. Justine went back on her vows. She did not think for one second that Justine, the one she chose over Eliza, would ever do this.

"Go." Alina said, trying to stay calm.

Justine stayed, but looked afraid, knowing that Alina would have another outburst.

"GO" Alina yelled, the birds flying at the sound of her exclamation.

In fear for her life, Justine packed a bag, grabbed her passport, and left.