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ging my body in all the right places, and the soft rustle of the material as I moved sent shivers down my spine. My heart pounded in my chest like a drumbeat, and my palms felt clammy with anticipation. The sound of announcements and chatter filled the air,

ted a day's leave today, I didn't have to worry about work. I got a beautiful dress to wear, as today was also our four-year

we drove, the sounds of the city blurred together – car horns, chatter, and the wail of s

reath knocked out of me. My eyes widened in shock, and my heart sank. I tried to process what I was seeing, but my brain felt foggy.

he reality before me. I must be seeing things wrongly. Hahaha, yes, I am seeing things wrong. Let's go

r..." I stopped, my words trailing off as Dave looked at me coldly. His eyes seemed to bore into mine, and I felt a chill ru

d at Zenneth, his lips curling up into a charming smile that made my heart sink. "Let's get out of here, My Queen," he said, his voice dripping with

t like I was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to breathe. My tears broke free, streaming down my face like rain, and I couldn't wail since I was in a public

r time together flooded my mind, and I felt like I was reliving the pain all over again. I stood there, f

reality. My mind raced with questions, and my heart felt like it was breaking, shattered into a million pieces. What's g

lity, his voice warm and gentle, like a summer breeze. "Hey, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." I tried to compose myself, but my voice cracked,

." I nodded, grateful for the kindness, and made my way to a nearby bench. I sat down, trying to process what I'd just seen, the sounds of the

rs, and I needed them now. I took a deep breath, the air filling my lungs, and gathered my courage. I sto

sync with my racing heart. I finally spot them at the baggage claim, collecting their luggage. The sound of

st like a drumbeat. Dave's words cut deep, like a knife twisting in my heart. I feel a wave of nausea wash over me, my

h anticipation and anxiety, I approach them, my footsteps echoing in the silent airport. T

aking with emotion. My voice cracks

aming with a harsh light. His gaze feels l

," he says, his voice devoid of emotion. H

s coming. My muscles tense, m

ver cared about you. I only stayed with you because I felt you would be a g

knocking the wind out of me. I stum

my voice barely audible. My li

ay that. I mean, you were always so needy. It was almost...a

, you were like a little puppy, following Dave around everywhere.

the pounding of my heart and the rush of blood in my ears.