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Lams - What We Used To Be

   Alexander had just left to go to work. I stepped out of our bedroom. Our bedroom sent a heavy darkness into the pit of my stomach.

   I came out into the hallway, the hallway that got barely any light. I could sense the butterflies coming out of me and trying to escape this home.

   I started walking down the staircase. The staircase that no matter how far I had gotten down I was no where near the end of it all.

   I passed through the living room, the living room where the pain never ended. The room I almost couldn't bear to be in, because it's on the middle of it all.

   I went into the laundry room, then took the pathway into the garage. And I let the faint light engulf me. I fought against the shadows; I did that every day, living here.

   I thought Alexander was the one for me. I thought we loved eachother.

   And I do love him.

   But does he love me? Maybe he did. Just maybe.

   I walked to the back of the garage, and then I saw it. The photograph I'd come here to see.

   A small framed picture of me and him at the festival together. We were smiling. I was blushing.

   But even though Alex was smiling in the picture too, I could just barely see the sadness in his eyes. The fury, the pain and anger he tried to suppress.

   I thought we had something.

   I took the framed photograph into my hand and threw it across the room, letting it shatter.

   That was what we used to be.

270 words in all, not counting my writing in bold.

So it's like Lams angst but I'll do happier ones in the future.

Sorry lol