The Two Of Us

The Two Of Us

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I married a guy. We've been living together for almost a year now. I don't know him, but he is my husband. He doesn't know me, but I am his wife. He is a good husband. I am somewhat, a good wife. I learned to care for him and manage to develop some feeling for him, but even though our life seems perfect and even though we never talked about it, I know, we are million miles apart.
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Wife The world was indeed a very small, cramped space, because the thought that I would see him again never crossed mind. The years changed him. The loving, laid-back man I used to love was gone, and in his place is a cruel, calculating hunter. I didn't care though, we were through and the love I felt for him was long buried in the past. Was it? Husband She goddamned left me. No how, no why. She just fucking left and she thought she was fucking badass enough to kill. She doesn't have a fucking clue that she was about to flick a fire to a hive of criminals. Fuck! I anticipated every second of meeting her again, because now that I caught her, there was no fucking letting go.

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