Loved Me at the End
I looked at him and asked slowly, "You paid off all your debts a long time ago, didn't you? You want to break up with me, don't you?"
He hesitated, eyes darting away, like the words were hard to say.
I let out a soft laugh and said it for him.
"I know you do. I saw your post."
As if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders, he let out a long breath.
"Yes. I want to break up."
He looked at me with a mix of relief and cruelty.
"Amanda, every day I spend with you is torture."
Torture.
Twenty-two-year-old Keith had once looked at me with love filling his eyes and said, "Amanda, every day with you is wonderful."
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