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19 February, 2017
Sunday
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I don't really recall when the fight ended.

Or how I ended up sleeping on the couch.

I look around at the aftermath of our destruction.

Guilt beginning to gnaw at me.

We really lost it last night...

Running a hand through my hair, I go to the bedroom where you are.

Only, you're not there.

I call your name;

no reply.

I search the house;

nothing.

Amongst all the trash scattered across the ground, a small crumpled note laying on the floor beside the broken bin catches my attention.

A terrible feeling grows in the pit of my stomach as I pick it up.























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You can't be serious.

--Park Jimin

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