Chapter 7: Alone
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Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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A/N: Sorry about the disappearance. Ive been busy finishing school and then catching up on about 3,000 hours of sleep I lost during the year.
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Shane had that image stuck in his head.
Mitchies shocked face.
He sighed.
It was those rings.
Those rings on her finger that should have been from HIM.
Not some cheating bastard.
Shane had felt like crap to begin with.
But now he felt even worse.
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Mitchie took off his rings.
She wasnt going the fuck back to him.
She dumped them in the toilet.
And flushed.
And then she called her lawyer.
Talk about deja vu.
Only when she got rid of Shane.
She locked up the rings in a safety deposit box.
She sighed and realized that right there told her she never should have gotten up and left Shane.
She still loved him.
Desperately so.
And Peter.
God he was only good for sex.
She hated herself.
She was such a fucking idiot.
She broke poor Shane.
Poor sweet Shane, who never did anything to hurt her.
For sex.
And she cried.
Sitting alone in a hotel room.
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Shane felt like passing out.
It felt like his internal organs were rotting.
It was the drugs.
They were supposed to help.
But he just felt this distant slow ache.
They found out what caused the bleeding.
It was aspirin.
It was his way to ebb away the pain when he was alone.
And it almost killed him.
2 pills a day.
Killing him.
He wished it would have killed him.
The coldness of the dark soil would be welcoming.
As life went on perfectly without him.
As Mitchie stayed in her happy little life.
With out a pity visit.
Or anything.
But then she would come to the funeral.
Just because.
She would tell everyone, "I was his first wife, it was a shame he never remarried. But then again he was so terribly awkward, he always had trouble even talking to me." And she would light laugh fluttering.
