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I stared in the mirror as I watched the tears fall down my face. I am nothing. Worthless. Nothing but used for sex then tossed to the side. I opened the cabinet and pulled 6 pill bottles out.

I opened them all up and stared at them. This was it. Kyle is the last straw. Fergal wanted to drive me to suicide. And here I am. I walked into the bedroom, grabbed a small box of photos, and walked back into the bathroom and locked the door behind me.

I pulled out the photos from Fergal and I's wedding and just bawled my eyes out. Where did it all go wrong? We used to be so in love. And now he wants me dead.

"I miss my Fergal."

I sobbed as I held some of the photos close to my chest. I don't wanna hold these photos close to my chest. I wanna hold Fergal close to my chest. But he doesn't even fucking want me!  So why am I sitting on a floor crying? Because I love him. I want him. I need him.

Fergal's POV

I looked into the mirror as I felt tears fall from my eyes. I needed Pam. I fucked everything up with her. I wanted her in my arms. But I made her believe that I'm a whole other person.

I shouldn't have drank. I shouldn't have told her to kill herself. I shouldn't have slapped her. I shouldn't have left her ring in a random bar. I shouldn't have gotten with Mandy. And I sure as hell shouldn't have sent Kyle after her. Especially after what he did to her.

I need my Pamela. I need her so much. I need her in my arms. I need her to kiss me. I need her to lay her head on me and give her the precious smile that I love with her. I wanted to kiss her cheek and tell her that I love her. But I broke her. I fucked her up.

I just need her.