He walked over to her, pushing her down, raising his voice at her. Asking her what she has done but never getting an answer. He was mad, more mad than her lover was at her. Picking her girlfriend up bridal style, walking away. Her lover glared at her for one last time before kissing him. As they were far enough to not see her, she started sobbing again. Questioning herself, blaming herself. She has done nothing wrong, compared to what her lover earlier and now said this was nothing. She sat there, to get herself all together. Then she got up, getting help from her couch's armrest. Legs still weak and shaking. The broken glasses didn't bother her, she went upstairs. Taking out a medicine bottle from her drawer, she took one. Laying on her bed, waiting to fall asleep. After some time she checked her phone, looking at her lock screen to learn what time it was. Looks like the medicine didn't work, she mumbled. Thinking about what happened earlier, she went downstairs to finish her one last beer.
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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.'
