29. Leaving
| Vladimir | I was a mess. I was a mess and I couldn't even hide it. I wasn't even trying at this point. My heart hurt. It ached all over my chest. It ached so much that I wanted to rip my skin apart and get it out using my own nails so I could get over this. This was too hard. Too hard but I had to let her go. Somehow I had to find the courage inside me to let her go. I had kept her here enough when she didn't even belong here. I had to let her go. She wasn't mine. She wasn't supposed to be mine. That's what I had been telling myself the past three days she had convinced her brother to stay here so she could supposedly take care of my wounds; the past torturous three days we had spent not even talking about her leaving. As if if we didn't mention it, it wouldn't happen. Instead I
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