And then we were one. Not really of course, but I was left and she still in my mind. Somewhat tainted, like a bloodied rag. I said go on, it's okay. She walked out slowly, reluctantly, but almost smiling. Looked back once or twice just to make sure I was still encouraging her. A wave of resentment and anger came over me and I almost shoved her. Just to see her fall. No, to see her go, to finally leave, to stop drawing this out any longer. I wrapped my fingers around the door, feeling the wrought iron cooling my veins. The heat flowed into the iron, creating a cage of anger and memories. Trapped inside by my own memories.
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