I saw him again while I was walking to work. He was waiting by the door of the coffee shop, and I tried to turn around.
It was too late, he saw me.
I stared at the dirty ground while he talked to me. Forcing a smile every couple of sentences. Nodding, too.
I wanted to disappear.
When he finally left, I went back home.
And shut myself in my bathroom, and cried some more.
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In Pieces
Short StoryI didn't want to destroy him. I was afraid I would break him into pieces. And add him to the list of people I've broken. There's too many on that list. Too many.
