The Destruction of a Broken Heart

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I stare blankly at the ceiling. I feel the soft cover of my duvet beneath me, a plush pillow beneath my head, and no one beside me. I feel no warmth of another being curled against me, I don't hear the soft breathing of another person, their beautiful silky hair on my arm, her soft skin, her anything. Because now she's nothing, just a body beneath the ground slowly rotting away.

If only time was on my side, that's all I wanted. More time with her. A life with her. Her, here, with me, not in a cemetery years before she should have been. A lifetime before she should have been. A lifetime she will miss out on. One she deserved but didn't get because of a whole lot of bad luck. But was it really bad luck? Did she deserve what she got? No. She didn't but that man deserves hell. I'll bring it right to him.

I walk out of my house and slam the front door behind me. I walk to the car feeling that maybe, just maybe, the life debt that is owed can be paid. One I'll deliver to the devil himself.

I back out of my driveway with only one destination in mind. Nothing else matters to me besides this. I grip the steering wheel tightly, I keep my speed at the correct limit. I wish I could go faster; surpass the speed limit by miles. I want this to be dealt with as soon as possible but I have to be smart. I have to complete my mission first, after that I don't care what happens.

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I park my car across from his and wait. After only minutes he stumbles out of the bar and staggers his way to his car. I watch him silently, once he's seated inside I start my car and wait for him to pull out.

Once he's backed out of the spot and heading to the road I follow sitting far enough back that he won't notice me. He swerves around in the lanes in his drunken state. I'm just grateful that no one else is around at this late hour.

We near the curve in the road and I know it's time. I feel nothing as I press my foot harder on the gas pedal, I feel nothing as I grow nearer to the mans car, nothing as my car makes contact with his and we both go over the edge of the road.

My mission is complete and I can finally be with my love again.

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