Chapter 19: Chop
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Disclaimer: I own nothing
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A/N: At the moment I will tell you this. Its a tie for two of the choices and Ill choose if necessary.
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Mitchie stared at the blank computer screen.
She felt horrible.
She just wanted sleep.
An advil.
And some caffeine.
But she couldnt have any of those.
She played with her loose pony tail that was driving her insane.
She had to write this email.
But her hair.
It was so blah.
And dead.
Just like her.
It had to go.
She went through some drawers and pulled out a pair of scissors.
And hacked it off right at the pony tail.
She grabbed the locks of hair and without a second glance tossed them in the trash.
She ran her hand through her hair letting it ruffle around.
That felt better.
Nicer.
And it felt like at least one thing was lifted from her shoulders.
One thing that wasnt the email she had to write.
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Shane had lost it.
He knew he did.
Why else would he be opening a window and letting the rotten smell leave the apartment.
Why else would he change the clothes he had laid in for god knows how long.
Why else would he take a shower.
And clean the whole apartment.
Why else.
Other than a simple thought.
A weak, rational part of him that had been hiding was finally sneaking out.
It was becoming stronger.
And it was telling him.
You need to move on.
Granted the other part of him.
The part of him that loved Mitchie.
Needed Mitchie.
The strong part that clung to him desperately was dying off.
Whispering to him.
No, dont, wait for her.
But rational killed it.
And Shane was moving on.
And that involved taking care of the hole he lived in.