I promised myself that I wouldn't care anymore, no more tears, no more hurt, no more anger.

Yet still, I could feel my eyes burn, my throat clog up and my vision turn blurry as I sat in the kitchen, head in my hands begging for the impossible.

Maybe this was all my fault. Maybe I didn't try hard enough to keep him.

I shouldn't care, but I still love him too much to let all we worked so hard to reach slip through my closed fingers.

But why... Why is it that the more I struggled, the farther the distance between me and him became?

Who knew that one colleague with long pink hair and bright red lipstick would cause this to happen? The colleague that you met everyday after work hours. That sort of colleague. The sort of colleague you would leave me for night after night.

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