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Her heart ached, pain filled every vein in her body. Tears streamed down her face, slowly dripping to her chin. She felt heavily broken, as if nothing, no one, could ever take away the pain. She began to wonder if her love was wasted, if he ever felt the same. If everything was a lie from the very beginning...Silent screams filled the tiny closet she was hiding in, pain echoing throughout the small space.

Days pasted, she still stayed in the tiny closet though. It felt safe, nobody bothered her in there. By now, her father would have just left for work. It should be around nine O' clock. 'Maybe its safe to come out...' She slowly stood up, her muscles felt sore from sitting too long. Unwillingly, she opened the closet door. Bright light filled the room, her father must have opened the drapes before he left, her eyes burned from the brightness. She put her arm out as a shield, protecting her eye sight as she closed the blue drapes that hung from her window. She looked around her green bedroom, noticing no change whatsoever. 'But it did change, he...'

"He's just gone..." Her voice sounded cracked, unfamiliar, almost as if it wasn't hers at all. She didn't want to believe he just up and left her but the pain that stung in her broken heart reminded her it was very real, that he would never return to her. Ever again.

Somewhere along the time line of getting out of her hiding space and crying her eyes out in the icy cold shower, she realized that she would be alone forever. Her beloved didn't want her, he was gone... The pain hurt more than anything, as if getting stabbed wouldn't even compare to this amount of agonizing sorrow.

She felt dead, like she was a zombie. Dead inside and somehow, still alive on the outside. As she tried to crawl into bed, her final thought before passing out was-

"Bella, no!"


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