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Draft Message.

To: S.

January 3, 9:54 pm.

My head is hurting and the cut in my forhead is still bleeding. Laura left some hours ago. She threw a remote control in my head and all she was slurring of how much of an asshole I am. I know I am. I am, I won't deny that. It won't do me no good. Everything was going fine some couple of hours ago, until I went to cook something for us and she came to the kitchen crying. I asked her what was the matter and she threw my phone in the floor as a response.

She asked me who was S. I froze. She kept asking me until her quiet voice turned into screams. She kept asking me if I was only playing with her throughout all this time. I shook my head and tried to explain, but she grabbed the closest thing to her and threw it at my face. The remote hit my forehead and the impact was so big that it turned into a bleeding cut.

I tried to tell her to stay and that it was all just a big misunderstanding. But I knew that it wasn't and she knew that she would never come back anymore. She called me a coward and a self-absorbed asshole, grabbed her stuff and left.

I know she won't come back. I know I deserve it.

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