She saw a car pulling near by. A red brilliant one, like her old car. She didn't care and continued to drink. She was drunk enough to not see clearly. Some time after when she got her vision back she went inside to have one more cigarette. Unexpectedly she was right there, sitting on her couch. Why was she here? Didn't she say her boyfriend... She couldn't remember what she said earlier. She was dizzy. For a moment she just stood there trying to understand if this was reality or some kind of a dream, maybe a hallucination.
- Finally you are here!
+ Why are you here.
- You told me to come over when I was sober, but see, you are drunk now.
+ Why are you here.
She swung the bottle in her hand walking towards her. Cause of too much alcohol she lost control and the bottle fell down, breaking to many pieces like her heart. One of the pieces cutting her lovers beautiful and soft skin, making her angry. She always had a sensitive skin and cuts didn't heal quickly.
- WHAT THE FUCK SERENE!!! YOU KNOW MY SKIN IS IMPORTANT FOR MY JOB AND IS SENSITIVE!
+ I- I- I know! I didn't mean to! It wasn't even on purpose!
- I CAME HERE BECAUSE I THOUGHT I WAS DOING WRONG FOR A MOMENT AND APOLOGIZE FOR EVERYTHING BUT YOU AREN'T SERIOUSLY WORTH ANYTHING! I'M GLAD WE BROKE UP!!

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Short StoryStory about two ex lovers. =+= very short chapters =+= contains self harm=+= 'One day, I'm gonna forget and that's when you'll start to remember.'