Property Of a Millionaire

akery in the middle of Indianapolis. We've been coming here for years since we first got together about 4 years ago. Tyler. The name of the man I thought I was going to marry and spend

o him, I was memorizing his face as if it was

ve me... but I'll never get that back. All I ask for is some time, but you couldn't even give that to me." The tru

hing ridiculous. He scoffed before answering back to me. He dropped the empty cup back down

ver!" His voice suddenly raised higher, earning looks from neighboring people. I sat straight in my seat and let go of the chai

a place a little while before graduating from college at the University of Indianapolis. I tried to

sappearing from the bakery and my life. I laid back in the rusted old chair before running my own hand through my curly

ands on top of mine with a light squeeze. I gave her a small sad smile before returning to my wandering. I was just looking at the people

I waved to Ms. Mabel before actually leaving through the front doors decorated with silly decorations. I fished

tbreaks have no desti

I heard the familiar voic

with no emotion as my body coul

s what dads do. I was saved from the internal and external embarrassment when I heard Pom Pom barking from the other si

and instantly felt better, she had that power of making y

I was somewhat waiting for Tyler to call back and say it was a joke, or he regretted that and wanted me back but that wasn't

literal pain this time. Saying that he actually left was heartbreaking to the point where I had to sit on

king years." He kept repeating and that broke me each and every time. That m

re." I struggle to say after feeling hot tears roll down my cheek

le. The smile on our faces quickly faded as I felt a pang on my chest. My heart s

t it. Pictures of Dad, Mom, and I together before any of that fucking shooting happened and ruined our lives. My bed was at least made, but m

my forehead from my dad, Michael. He picked up one of the older pictures and dusted it

d closing the door after he left. I heard scratching on my door, notifying me that Pom wants to get in, but I felt too

once full piece of glass, shattered into much smaller and some into fine pieces. It felt like I was watching my reflection. My life was once

gh. For some odd reason, it doesn't necessarily burn at first. I watch the blood drip down the palm of my hand and I feel myself enjoy th

y bathroom mirror. I pulled out the secret box of platinum color dye from the cabinet I had there since my 18th birthday but deci

some soap to make sure it was nice and bubbly, don't judge. Hoping in, I laid my back against the tub and made sure my hair was fully

a position of a CSA (Computer Science Analysts) at the

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