the end, and the beginning

 
The raindrops shine like pearls and my tears shine with them. I hold his photos in my hand. I am sick.

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I suppose you're wondering why I left, and wondering who SHE is.

X had not been entirely faithful. There were indescrepencies.

I found out one rainy afternoon. We'd been living our lives so peaceful and content as us two, I thought our world unbreakable. 
The rain hammering on the windows matched the hammering of my heart. I swam lost in my own mind and my legs threatened to stop me with every step I took.

I made my way to the kitchen, to the back door. I passed the fridge where we'd stuck photos of us. I understood the secret joke the couple in the photo were laughing at now, I pitied my naivety in the photo and hungered for it.

I rip them down and clutch them to me as I slam open the door and look up into the rain. The sting as it hits my eyes, the heat of it prickling my skin. I start to cry.

The raindrops shine like pearls and my tears shine with them. I hold his photos in my hand. I am sick.