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Less Than Phenomenal - A. Styles

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"What are you doing here?" I question confused and slightly annoyed as to why had interrupted my first good sleep in at least a week.

"I started missing Wendy, and so I needed someone to talk to, and drink with." He says. I sigh and let him in. He immediately places himself comfortably on the edge of the bed.

"Did Wendy call you?" I ask. It would make sense for him repressed memories to come back after listening to her voice. Or possibly even looking through his camera roll, at what they used to be. Just thinking about all of the memories that he shared with his old flame.

"No, I just...I'm finally breaking. Only now has it actually hit me. She's gone. She's done with me. I can't go home whenever I want and see my kids and make love to my wife. Because I don't have one. We're over. I'm too embarrassed to talk to my kids because I don't know what they'll say, I don't know how they feel. I just...I can't do it." He replies as he's trying his best not to cry. I sigh and sit next to him, letting him continue.

"I don't know where I went wrong, I always loved her and I always put her and my kids above everything. I just don't understand." He replies. This time actually letting tears out. I sigh once more. Seeing the broken man in front of me made me start crying. The fact that he was this heartbroken made me cry hard. The fact that we both were heartbroken made me cry even worse. Both of us did nothing wrong, so deserving of our partners love, and yet this still happened to us.


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