forward and be out of the way as I knew his wrath would surely be extreme and I didn’t want to be in its path of destruction.

I booked myself an airplane ticket and left. My heart felt broken entirely and I couldn’t fathom why this had happened to me or why I hadn’t even ‘seen’ any signs. Perhaps I was too engrossed in the aspects of love to even register that anything was remotely wrong. Either way; I knew I couldn’t let myself feel anything I needed to get through moving forward and being free.

As I got to my final destination my friends greeted me at the airport and let me stay at their home. I stayed in bed for several days. Not speaking to anyone, not eating, not doing anything other than weeping like a

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