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((oh my god…I am so sorry for this. I…I like it as a whole but there are some parts that I just…I don’t want to blame being sick but I’ve been sick both days I’ve tried to write this. I hope you all find it at the least okay.))

You lost track of how long you had been running. You lost track of everything really until you turned into an alley and leaned up against the hot walls of the smooth-stoned Dornish styled home. Your body was covered in sweat, your heart was thumping heavy and quick, and you were so dizzy you were certain you would fall unconscious at any moment. The dots in your vision didn’t help the queasy feeling in your stomach and more than one you gave a dry heave, waiting and almost willing yourself to actually vomit.

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
We throw around the word never likes its nothing but a small rose petal. The word never is a doubled edged sword. On one side it says ‘I will never leave you’ and on the other it says ‘I will never love you.’
—  The Word Never