This chapter isn't long. I'll probably try to update soon.
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His POV
I walked my way to my room.
I felt like the world was on my shoulders.
I lay myself down on my bed. On our bed.
And I felt the beating of my heart. It hurts.
I haven't felt this before. Even on my past girlfriends that broke up with me.
I should be happy because she already left me! But why the fucking hell am I feeling this way?
"ARRGGHHH!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I sat down and raked my fingers onto my hair.
"Fucking tears! Fucking heart! STOP!" I shouted to myself as I wiped my tears that flowed on my cheeks.
But even though I wiped those tears, new one fall from my eyes.
I cried. Elite Zachary cried because of a girl. A girl who happens to be his wife. Or should we saw WAS his wife.
"Tamara..." I called out her name.
"Please Come back."
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I opened my eyes the next day. I didn't noticed I fell asleep crying last night. I sat down and went straight to the comfort room and after which, I went to the kitchen.
I expected to see Tamara cooking my favorite breakfast. But then I realized she already left.
I felt a pang of pain in my heart. God, it hurts.
I went to the fridge and I saw her cute post-it notes with quotes about love. I looked at it sadly. This would be the last one. I usually throw this but now. I don't know what's gotten in to me that I just want to keep this.
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