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"He's using you Andrea are you blind?" My mother yells in my face.
"No he's not he loves me unlike you!" I throw back at her infuriated. "He cares about me and comforts me when I'm upset and doesn't pretend like I'm perfect because I'm not!"
"You watch your mouth with me young lady, that isn't love that is something toxic!"
I scoff, "Like you know what love is?"
"Just because my husband is dead because of you doe-"
She stops herself and I hold back my tears.
"Say it! Say how his death was my fault! Do you not realize I wish it was me? Every fucking day!"
"Andrea..." She goes to grab my arm but I yank it free.
"I'm going with Michael, don't ever speak to me again."
And I slammed the door in her face.
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God if only I listened to her. Toxic, was that what she called it? Yes toxic that's it.
I down the rest of my drink, nodding at the bartender for another.
I try to tell myself others have it worse, I shouldn't be wasting my life away.
But, that's like telling myself I don't deserve to be happy because others have it better.
Happiness costs something, sadness is free.
"Can I see your ID again?" He asks me and I sigh getting up figuring he knew my ID was fake. I stumble out of the bar, walking home hoping a car swerves and hits me.
It's easy to be strong when you tell yourself you can do it but once you stop trying you stop caring.
I am about to walk home when my body stops and makes a left instead of a right. I continue down the path until I end up at Michael's small apartment . I look at it, walking up to the porch seeing the spare key is still under the fake bird statue. I open the door, walking inside looking around. As I am about to go into the kitchen, I knock something over and someone turns on the light. I turn around smiling slightly.
"Hi Mikeyyyy," I slur almost falling down.
"U-um are you okay Andy?" He walks over to me careful to place his hands on my hips to stable myself. I nod, waving my hand in the hand.
"Yeppers totally good..." I look around the small kitchen spotting a picture frame with Mikey and I in it. I smile wider, giggling slightly.
"You know you have such pretty eyes," I say nodding my head, cupping Michael's face in my hands.
"Thank you? Come on let's get you to bed I think you had a little too much to drink. Come on up you go." He turns, crouching down as I climb into his back.
I take a piece of his hair twirling it in my finger, "Lilac."
"What did you say?" He asks turning his head around.
"My favorite color is lilac, you always said you'd dye it lilac for me and you finally did."
I see him smile also mumbling, "I'd do anything for you, I wish I told you this before."
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