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The Lover | Short Story

The Lover | Short Story

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At 23, I thought I had it all figured out. I married Mack, my high school sweetheart. We were young and foolish, but we were in love. Or so I thought. For a few blissful months, life was what I'd hoped for. But soon, Mack's true self emerged, hidden under that charming facade. My husband, Mack, died in a car crash two days ago. Despite years of suffering, his absence feels twistedly hollow. In an odd way, he was my peace. Perhaps I'm crazy, but when you've been alone for so long, having someone, even if harmful, gives your heart a strange reassurance-someone was there, someone who, in their own twisted way, loved me.
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