“I’ve been a train wreck since you left. There are days when I swear I’m fine but then one trigger from you makes my hands shake so much that I spilled my coffee. I’m half insane here living with the ghost of you, the way you kiss my hands, your scent, your hands. You’ve left fingerprints on my body like it was a crime scene and I want to ask you, ‘How does committing my murder feel?’ Did you paint the walls red with my blood? Are you even aware of your crime?”

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