Chapter 3

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As soon as the music stops, I walk off stage back in the dressing rooms. My heart...I could feel it pounding hard. My hands...shaking. Why? Why, was he here. What did he want?

"What's wrong Stephan? Did you see someone u recognized, your ex husband maybe?"
It had to be her, it had to be Cindy. I looked strait in her eyes.  I saw a smirk forming on her face. Her blue giant "glass" eyes were penetrating through mine.

"H-how did you know.....why do you care?" I could see she was enjoying this. "Did you have anything to do with this? How did you eve-"

"You talk to much don't you think. Anyway, we met a cafe and you won't guess what." I could see she had an evil expression. With a smirk larger than before. I tried to keep my head from thinking of what could be called the worst scenarios

"We're..going...out, you know what this means right? He's forgotten about you. Not even a single memory about you remained. We've already had sex, I don't know how you could ever let him get away. He's such and animal in be-" a slap, I did it. I slapped her and it felt good. I could see the frustration on her face as she held her right cheek in her hand. "You little bitch!" She spit back as I grabbed by stuff and headed out the door.

I left as I listened to all of the insults that Cindy was blurting out. I left astonished, were all of the things that she was saying true, or just messed up lies? So many unanswered questions, so many mixed up feelings. The night felt cold, the unconscious stares from different strangers. The memories, the past, the present, the pain in my chest. It was all accumulating. What, what this pain I felt. What-what, wha-

Soon I couldn't hold my breath. I was unconscious and lying in the middle of the sidewalk. I couldn't speak nor hear or move.

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sorry the chapters are so short ;p

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