lesson learned E.d (SEQUEL)

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Chloe p.o.v
I wake up and feel like absolute shit. Ethan is gone. I'm kinda sad cause I want a cuddle. I get up and go to the bathroom. I pee and then wash my hands. As I wash my hands I look into the mirror and it's like all I can see is the horror I've been through. I just want to be happy but it feels like I'll never be the same again.
I go to the twins rooms to check on them. But then I remember I sent them to angels house. I go into Aaliyah room and see her playing with her doll house.
"Hi baby"
"Hi mama" she runs over to me and hugs me.
"What are you doing"
"I'm playing house.. do you want to play"
My insides say no but I force out a yes.
I sit down next to Liyah and she hands me a doll
"Your Stacy; barbies best friend. We are about to go to the mall.
I put on one of the outfits that liyah has laying around and I put the doll in the fake car.
Just as I do that Ethan appears at the door.
"Aaliyah your cinnamon rolls are done.. go wash your hands and eat"
"Ok daddy" she runs off
Ethan scratches the back of his neck
"Um hey Chloe "
That's the first time he has called me chloe in a while.
"Hi Ethan"
"There's extra downstairs if your hungry."
"Ok thanks "
" angel has an appointment today so I have to pick the twins up... I'll be right back"
"Ok"
The love of my life now feels like a stranger. I look at him and it's like I feel nothing. My heart doesn't skip when I see him. My palms don't sweat as he gets near me. The smell of his cologne doesn't make my knees weak. I'm so lost and don't even know how to be found.
I get out of my thoughts and go downstairs to join Aaliyah for breakfast. I sit next to her and try to enjoy my time with my daughter. As I finish up I tell Aaliyah to get dressed so I can run some errands.

I take my pill and then me and Liyah head out. I take her to Zach's house because I need to be alone. I drop her off and then head to my parents grave.

Sitting on their grave seems to be the only time I'm at peace. I don't think.  I just feel them. I don't know what I expected coming here. I just felt like being here.
As I get ready to leave I feel this overwhelming desire to cry. So I do. I let out every tear that I feel like I've been holding back.
Today has made me realize that I need serious help. I'm gonna get help. I want my life back but I don't know where to start.

I feel like I really suck at this continuation.... should I just stop?