The Dullest Knife

This wasn’t fair and he knew it.

She was in the corner, hugging her knees to her chest and unable to speak because the only sound that escaped her lips were the gasps of breaths she took as she sobbed. Near her feet were dozens of crumpled photos from happier times and used tissues that had tried to clean the tears that continued to fall from her eyes. Then there he was beside her to pick up the pieces and wishing he could’ve done anything to stop her from hurting. But he couldn’t have prevented this, no matter how much he wanted to. She never saw this coming and neither did he. How were they to know?

How were they to know that the two people she loved so dearly would throw her away as if she were nothing but some fucking piece of trash?

She didn’t deserve this.

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