She's so lonely. He's done it again. After the third time, she's leaving for good. She wants no more of his lies. She's tired of being a fool. He never thinks of how she will hurt. He never hears her wounded cries. He's not man enough to hush her fears, to ease her pain... He's not man enough to love her. Why should she stay? All she does is sit at home, alone, dying a little more every day.
As she walks out the door, she leaves behind over three years of trust, comfort, and what she had thought was once love. She gets into her car, turns on the headlights, and backs out. She's running away, however cowardly, with as much courage as she can dredge up. How could she ever trust a man again? She trusted him more than anyone else, and suddenly, after three perfect years, he became someone completely different. Either he had lied the entire time about who he was, or... Or what?
She can't fathom ever giving her heart to anyone again. Hell, even if she wanted to, there are too many shattered pieces to find and fit together. No one could ever fix her broken heart, so no one could ever have her heart again. All she had done was give and give and give. Now she has so little left. If she had waited any longer, she would have nothing left, thus be nothing. And she wants to live. For what, she's not sure. Maybe just to prove to him that she is strong enough. That she can subsist without him.
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