The Last Thing I do

The Last Thing I do

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When you have always lived by the rules and lived a life of repetition, it can be hard when faced with change but, as Elizabeth Johnson found out, sometimes you have to go with it ,as change is something you can't avoid. Well it can't be avoided in Elizabeth case. ****** Story snippet: Someone special once said to me: "Most people don't even know what to think of themselves; so why do you care what others think of you". I loved that special person. Out of all 6.8 billion people on this planet that one special person made me feel invincible, like I could achieve anything and everything. The taught me: how to be free and how to let go, yet I never knew at the time that I was learning anything. They made me stronger. They showed me how to make myself happy instead of worrying about others more. That's why as I tell you this I'm actually in one of Camfords holding cells waiting for someone to bail me out. ****** Please give me any feedback that you feel will benefit my story. I will be truly honored to return the gesture.
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"I want a divorce." And just hearing him say that my whole world that seemed to revolve around him stopped. Gathering myself I barely managed to speak in a voice that even I could not recognise. I couldn't comprehend anything going around me. "Wh..hy?" As soon as the words left my mouth he threw the file and the photographs spread across the floor. And those photographs had me in compromising positions with not one but several men. Looking at those photos I looked straight into his eyes. Disgust and hatred. The only emotions I could see. Taking a deep breath I composed myself and tried to keep my face void of the emotions I felt at that moment. Hurt and immense pain. If he didn't trust me then he has no right to see me vulnerable too. "Is this the only reason why you want to divorce me? No other except this?" It was foolish of me to ask him but I had to make sure. Also for me trust comes before love. If he doesn't trust me I don't even want to save the relationship. "Is this not enough you whore? What else can I expect from a slut and a gold digger like you! I knew it from the start that all you showed was just a facade. Your innocence, kindness, it was all fake. I just don't believe how can I be so dumb." Was I hurt? No I was broken beyond repair. My heart ached. I felt like I was seconds away from collapsing. I had far exceeded the limit of hurt and pain. I was so powerless in that moment that I couldn't even fight with him. Love makes you strong. I have heard and felt that countless times but they always forget to mention what comes after that. Love makes you weak too. I couldn't shout at him because I loved him. But I had to be brave. For myself. ************************************************** Is love enough for two people to be together or is there something more important than love? This is story of Xander and Sophie who loved each other but still couldn't be together. Because more important than love is trust. © All rights reserved

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