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Chapter 3

Word Count: 1095    |    Released on: 27/06/2025

ame downstairs to find me

n't s

swollen, and my voice

ight

ven sure what I

couldn't go

letely devoid of the warmth she had show

ff before I

ent isn't stab

tone light a

eing is more

a stinging slap

re than a desperate fool, a c

ing the wave of bitternes

ave to come

my voice

, Sophia looked ge

ing unreadable pass

we got married that you n

ething

ir, a cruel reminder of th

ne in the silent house, my inside

s and started

't hav

small, revolving aro

few changes of cloth

ut to leave,

hat about t

gs at home

closing the fron

owing th

ncludes yo

ates at a dive

see me, a duffel bag

ft hand, noting the u

sly thi

ression a mix of

ly not going

y in one go, the burn in my

ded, unabl

nsing my pain,

, telling bad jokes an

ly with messages from So

drinks, the roo

friend of our drummer's

fered me a gl

legs gave out, and I stu

caught me, her

easy

with a ge

sided, I felt a pres

and met So

was something else in them, a flicker of jealo

ou see my

, her voi

taken

de me, about how I was just feeling dizzy,

at thi

h me to f

at cons

ldn't

never a

d me down because

ere becau

my phone and saw the

announcing he had a new girlfriend, co

a sarcast

cou

pset about me bein

jealousy, it could

the crowded club for wh

ond-floor balcony, slumped ov

rned red the mom

his side, help

you drink

her voice thi

you hurt

bitter, mocking laug

alcohol, that it made my

nce said a word of

le of caring; she jus

ll, whimpering lik

minute late replyin

used to be

didn't

er eyes overflowing with a tender

I was

see your

e your eyes

his voice tearfu

e you s

her head, her e

questioning, her co

mbled as she

..

d amusement, silently answering for

ou're my

new girlfriend, and

rational Sophia would nev

in their twisted

p held no interes

eave, to get away

looked up, his eyes, bloodshot and

kno

his voice risi

ust b

n-law, with your w

e my sis

reason with the drunken foo

ace contorted with fur

ie

hurts my

my arms flailing as I instinctively

d peop

hed forward, but

again, with a

roared in

loded in my head, and a met

dull thud, every

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