4 years, 3 months, and 16 days...

wasted, forgotten, alone.

Opening my eyes every morning, expecting things to be different, expecting me to be different. To wake up happy, content.. loved.

You were a fool. Live. With. It.

What if I can't anymore?

I was cheated, and can't even drone on about how someone else is to blame for it.

I'm the villain in my own fucked up melodrama.

Is is happy hour anywhere?

"...Mr. Cullen?"

Ugh, is someone else in the room? Sometimes I think if I pretend not to hear her, she'll go away.

"What is it Ms. Weber?" My tone could have been more pleasant, but whatever, I haven't slept this week.

"Uh.. you have a meeting scheduled for today at 3:00, but it seems I made a mistake last week and forgot to move the Andrews meeting to Friday, so you're all booked up the rest of today, and I know you said you were leaving early b-but.."

"Enough Angela. Just take these files down to Mr. McCarty. I"ll deal with the extra meeting, and don't let it happen again. Understood?"

"Y-yes sir. I'll be more careful next time. Uh, again, sorry."

"Close the door on your way out."

She left without another sound. Thank fuck.

I was once again, left to my thoughts. Silence filled the room. I feel like silence was always the only thing there.

If there was one thing I'd wondered about the past few years, it was what genuine, loving, laughter sounded like. What.. what my fami- what.. they sounded like..

Her rich, beautiful laugh, mixed with our childs, whose I'm sure was an even mix of both of our laughs, maybe more of hers than mine.. My heart is suddenly beating much harder than it should. It's actually becoming a bit painful.

They're laughing without me.

I can't.. what am I.. make it stop..

4 years, 3 months, and 16 days...

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