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I folded his shirt the way he liked. Left the perfume he used in the drawer, untouched. I still placed his slippers next to mine. Even after he started coming home with someone else's scent. Even after he began shouting instead of kissing.
"You'll never leave me." he laughed once, drunk off whiskey and ego, after throwing a bottle at the wall. "You're too scared to be alone."
πππ²ππ π π°ππ¬. But I was more scared of the mess. I like things clean and I like things in place. And he was starting to feel like trash.
- Eli
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