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Numb from pain and sadness, Mia nodded.
Later that day, as she sat with her wrapped leg up on the ottoman, she absently stroked Pumpkin’s soft fur. The soreness in her leg was nothing compared to the pain inside her: a plethora of broken memories and burning flesh. Her aching heart throbbed all the time during her waking hours, and she couldn’t find any relief from it.
Mia leaned her head back and closed her eyes. The last conversation she had with Army haunted and taunted her, replaying through her mind like an echo. Her insides burned as if red hot coals had somehow replaced them, and other times she felt raw as if a winter wind was blowing right through her skin. His silence tormented her.
One day we were together and happy, and now we’re not. How am I ever going to get over losing the love of my life?
Fuck you, Vic.
Fuck you, Army.
Fuck everything.
