Dumped because he had HER back
It was the quiet, chilling finality of being utterly forgotten.
When I finally arrived at Chloe’s, she took one look at my ashen face and the raw despair in my eyes, and didn't need to ask. She simply opened her arms, and I collapsed into them, the dam finally breaking. We sat on her couch for what felt like hours, the city lights painting shifting patterns on the walls, while I recounted the morning’s events, my voice choked with emotion. Chloe listened, her presence a steady anchor in my storm of grief. She didn’t offer platitudes, no easy reassurances that everything would be alright. Instead, she acknowledged the depth of my pain, validating the shock and devastation that had descended u
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