Chapter 27: Duct Tape For The Heart

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A/N: Say goodbye to Shredded Papers. This is the last chapter.

Misery Loves Company: Mitchie and Shane try to fix everything that has gone wrong after realizing their mistake of a bitter divorce and the loss of a baby.

Shane pulled up the blinds in the room.

She stared at him.

He gave her a small smile.

She didnt respond.

It had been a month.

A month of just laying there.

He stood there.

Like he was waiting for her.

"Wanna do something tonight?"

She felt tears budding in her eyes.

She didnt know if she could.

But she wanted to.

She lightly nodded.

He smiled a bit more.

She knew she couldnt just lay there any more.

She would never really be over the fact that she had to give up something that was important to her.

The hurt would always linger.

The sadness she felt as she laid on the hard bed as they took her last reminder of her baby.

It would always be there.

But it had to be pushed behind her.

Thats why she had to drag herself out of bed.

And enjoy herself.

She wanted to go.

Even if in her mind she wasnt completely ready.

But everyone else thought she was.

So she had to choose.

To be ready now.

Or to probably never be ready.

She chose now.

Thats why as she wandered into her closet she couldnt help but pull out something she hadnt seen in a while.

Another memory she no longer wanted.

That she pushed away.

She laid it against a chair softly stroking the length of the gentle fabric.

Her hand lightly brushing the bottom of it were simple cuts ruined it.

It was a dress she had promised herself she would never lay eyes on again.

But she couldnt help herself.

It was a fresh start.

And what better way to do that then with a dress that had been the start of a horrible pont in her life.

But also part of what would lead to the best.

She softly trimmed off the bottom were she had begun to destroy it.

Things were going to be better from now on.

She could just tell.

She grabbed the ruined fabric and lightly tied it around her wrist.

A bow right above her pulse.

It was her duct tape for her heart.

Fixing and mending every small injury that had every harmed her.

She looked once more at the dress.

And left it there.

Because for once.

She knew that both she and the dress would be there later that night.