The Truth Of It All

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After it all happened we never stopped fighting. We wouldn't talk, we even started sleeping in separate rooms.

We each blamed eachother, when in reality it was no ones fault. We were just to blinded by grief to see that.

It went on for about 2 months before we both snapped. I was crying he was mad. He was crying.... I was sad. I needed my baby back. He didn't understand.

"I'm leaving. I need to get out of here. I can't do this anymore."

I just ment out of this house I needed to get out I was suffocating. It was pouring outside.

I grabbed my rain coat and opened the door. Before I left I heard him yell "fine go, I hate you! It's your fault. I'm out"

Then I slammed the door.

No one would be out this late. I'd just take a walk.

I turned to cross the road.

I saw headlights.

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