The world spins on

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4 days its been just four days, feels like more than a year.

They think I'm not healthy because of the baby or the cancer, but its because of him .I know what your thinking "oh she's being melodramatic" or "get over it " its not like flicking a switch you cant just turn of feelings they dont work that way .

It's a dreary day or at least i think it is i can't tell nowadays everything is put through this black and white instagram filter but....

"hazel someone's hear for you"

my heart skips and i launch my self to the front door,so fast that its a silent blur, the little voice in my head whispers 'its him ' but when i arrive i realise

"isacc what are you doing here" i say anger boiling inside of me "hazel let me just say ..."

i step outside and close the door behind me

"i dont care ok he hates me he absolutely hates me "

i am half crying and half screaming at this point ,agh a shot of pain travels up from my abdomen .

Everything goes dark

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