I don’t know what exactly happened to us after that. Everything faded so casually, with a cruel intensity that I have never been able to describe.
It all sort of happened in slow motion. We would argue over the most ridiculous things for no reason. I even threw my phone at you one day. (It missed because I suck, but I didn’t want to actually hit you anyway. It was just to prove a point, I guess). I don’t know what finally broke us, though.
Maybe it was just because we were broken.
I almost felt myself shatter into a million tiny pieces when you finally let the words slip out of our mouth: I-I can’t see you anymore, Emery.
Up until that moment I didn’t know it was possible for words to hurt that bad. It was like I finally got what I had been expecting the whole time I had known you--the goodbye. We were supposed to be forever, but nothing really lasts that long. It all fades eventually, and nothing we can do will save us from those fallouts.
I didn’t reply to your words (or at least I don’t remember replying); I just walked back to my car and drove to my apartment in a daze. I didn’t even fall apart until I laid down on my fluffy, queen sized bed. A picture of the two of us at thanksgiving was sitting on the nightstand next to me and I remember sighing deeply.
I closed my eyes and let the tears begin to fall from my face. I looked over at the frame and I knew that I would never be able to forget you, because you had changed me. I knew that I would always love you.

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The Secrets to New York
Novela Juvenil[c o m p l e t e] New York. It's where we met, it's where we fell in love, and it's where we fell apart. Copyright © 2013 by HelloShiloh. All rights reserved.