Hamshots

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How

No wait.

Why. Just why would you do this to me Alex. I thought you loved me.

I was trying to write a letter to Alex about how I felt.

I couldn't.

Every time I started a new letter one of his old quotes would float into my head.

There were so many.

His way with words was magical.

He built palaces out of paragraphs.

Our home was built on words and trust, but one destroyed it and the other was broken.

His words.

This was their fault.

He told the whole world how he brought this girl into our bed.

I couldn't bare to tell the children.

When the time comes he will.

He can explain the pain and embarrassment he put their mother through.

Our lives were tumbling down right in front of me.

They seemed beyond repair.

Like my heart.

He told me we shared a soul, that our hearts were one.

But now its like his half is gone.

And yet part of me doesn't want it back.

Part of me wants him to stay away forever.

Maybe he never cared.

All he talked about was his legacy.

He is so wise.

Though there is one simple fact that he can't understand,

When will he learn

We are his legacy.

I am his legacy.

Come on Eliza, back to the letter!

But I still couldn't.

The words I'd written swam hazily in and out of focus.

Flashes of all his past letters kept sneaking there way into my mind.

They burned my heart.

So I burned them.

All of them.

I burned the letter I was writing too.

I eraesed myself from the narrative.

Burn