Prolog

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Emily stared at the wall, breathing slowly trying to keep her tears in. 
Her blonde hair fell from behind her ear and she let it be, hiding her face.

"I'm sorry." Peter whispered, got up and grabbed his jacket. 
Emily watched him turn away and make his way towards the door.
How could he? How could he do this to me? Emily thought to herself. 
She went over the whole conversation as if the words were running a never ending marathon. What had she done to deserve this pain? She'd always been the very caring girlfriend, always loving- but not too needy. 
A tear dripped from her cheek onto her lap. She got up to go to the bathroom, wiping her cheeks.
Heartbroken, she thought of him more. Oh his eyes after telling her. 
Was he sad? Did he still love- no. She knew he did this because he no longer loved her. She began sulking and once in the bathroom, waited in the stall until her phone buzzed with a text from her mother. 
Of course...



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