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Eight days later, you came back to me. You came home with bags under your eyes, lips pale. I guess I'm not the only one having a hard time, huh?
I ran up to hug you as soon as you walked in, but I was stopped by your hand stretching out to block me from you. You stepped away from me slowly and disappeared into what used to be our bedroom.
The fact that you stopped me from hugging you hurt.
The fact that you stepped away from me hurt.
And the fact that you locked me out of our bedroom hurt.
Having the person you love avoiding you hurt.
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