
Watching him leave was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. To just sit there, filling my lungs with air while he loses his breath over guilt. I don’t blame him. I don’t blame him at all. But I also don’t understand it.


Watching him leave was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. To just sit there, filling my lungs with air while he loses his breath over guilt. I don’t blame him. I don’t blame him at all. But I also don’t understand it.

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