You brought me flowers.

Red roses which I nurtured and cared for in their white porcelain vase. The smell was strong and artificial. Their petals soft and thorns sharp.

You brought me chocolate.

Which I ate all of in two days. My favorite, I couldn't ignore them.

You apologized.

We were at the supermarket and you were on your knees beggining for forgiveness.

I didn't forgive you.

I couldn't find it within myself to take you back. To forgive you of your sin

You cheated.

You lied.

You sent me out on that cruise for vacation.

You went behind my back, usibg my money on my best friend.

I had trusted you.

Now we are here.

You had gotten angry when I opened the door.

You had called me worthless.

I had rolled my eyes.

You had crept into my kitchen hours later.

You had picked up the knife.

You have killed me.

Now I am dead.

You are in prision with your new friend who calls himself Papa Bear

You dropped the soap.

I still don't forgive you asshole.

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