Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 19

Chapter 19 ~ A hand or a messed mind

Chapter 19 A hand or a messed mind

Athena

"That's how forgettable you are."

The words echo in my mind, slicing through the silence of my car. Over

and over, they replay, like a cruel melody stuck on a loop,

each repetition heavier than the last.

I grip the steering wheel tighter, knuckles turning

white, but it does nothing to steady the trembling in my hands.

It's been thirty minutes thirty long, suffocating minutes -

and I'm still here, parked in the same spot, unable to step out of my car.

I barely slept a wink last night. I thought tears would help but they just made

it even worse because I woke up with a pounding head.

As I sit here, my chest feels too small for the ache inside it, like I'm trying

to swallow a scream that refuses to come out. The air

feels too thick, the car too quiet - the only sound is my uneven breathing, breaking the silence in shaky gasps.

It's at this point when I miss my mother. I wish she was still alive so I could tell her everything

while she hugged all the pain

away. But even that is a dream too far-fetched.

Did someone curse happiness from my life?

I have no one I can rely on. My aunt and uncle only see a bank in me and

my cousins are even worse. My parents were the most

kind and brought

people together but I guess they only showed up because of what they

could get from them because ever since

they died, no one has ever reached out.

I was getting married.

Aunt showed up and all they kept saying was

them every week now that I

Tears I've been

I feel

Should I get therapy?

help

I feel like I'm losing my

be a better person

I blink, but

the dashboard into a mess

sting will pull me out of this

another layer to the

An hour.

have an exam in an

running through questions, definitions,

about is him. His

hand or

looked at

with a disgusted look like I was a mistake not even worth

Forgettable.

that really what I

you do when no matter what

you never fit

always told me I was living

I would try to

would laugh

but a drug

hard. I

I

am I failing to pull

nothing would crack me but I guess a heartbreak is bound to leave you bleeding out

nothing special.." His voice

a girl who's just... there. The one he can

at. A placeholder until he can finally be free

steering wheel,

kind of hurt that gnaws at the edges of your soul, the

He doesn't care.

He never did.

maybe he never

have a

a good

I have to move.

in less

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