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Once again, I'm bringing you a short written in the throes of anxiety and worry. My work is usually always based off emotions and how strong they are; writing calms me down like nothing else and sometimes I find my best work comes from when I'm down or really upset about something.
This short is an idea that I think most people feel -- the feeling that their partner is becoming a stranger. That the one they love most dearly is closing themselves off and keeping secrets when they've only been honest before. You can feel them losing themselves as they build walls and barriers, and you feel each little piece of you breaking as you can't reach them anymore. Your most intimate talks, your emotions and feelings, your love... it's closing. It's like a wall has been thrown up in your face, solid and made of red brick that refuses to crack.
Eventually, you stop trying to break down those barriers. You put away the sledgehammer and put away your hopes of them opening back up. You have a choice now. Will you just become the couple that has to pretend everything is okay, but behind closed doors everything is silent. Or will you walk away? Will you stay just to hold her hand?
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