Demi sat up on her bed. Tired and sweating, she felt she needed a break. Her eyes were drowsy and her heart was heavy. She dropped her phone on the floor right next to her bed. She figured she’d pick it up later on or even better, she’d step on it when she woke up in the morning. That way she wouldn’t need to be reminded of that night’s events.
This wasn’t the first time this was happening and she was quite sure it won’t be the last. She wanted to get on her knees and talk. But she wasn’t sure she even knew what to say anymore. Was it going to be the same words she spoke into the air three weeks ago, or the ones she declared at the altar six months ago.
You see with her, it was always a back and forth movement. One week in…
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