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Chapter 16

Micah

I’m falling apart

I’m barely breathing

With a broken heart

That’s still beating

{‘Broken’ -LIfehouse}

I go to sleep in Heaven while in his arms.

I wake to a living Hell.

He’s gone.

He left me.

My heart is broken and my world has crashed.

Chapter 17

Micah

All the years I’ve tried

With more to go

Will the memories die

I’m waiting

{‘Fall to Pieces’ -Velvet Revolver}

3 years later…

“Mama, guess who wants to marry me?”

I wake up from the dream that I seem to have all the time. It is the only thing I dream, every time. It isn’t every night but I have this same dream two or three times a month. It’s always the same thing. It never changes and it never goes any farther.

I sit up in my bed and rub my eyes. It’s Saturday. I’ve got to get up and work on a job application that I need to finish. Macy and Kelly are coming over later this afternoon to pick me up. We are going out to celebrate Macy’s birthday. A nice supper and hitting a club for some dancing afterwards is in order. You only turn 21 once. She is the youngest of our trio and we are going to have a blast. All three of us can finally drink legally.

I get out of bed and grab some pajama pants off the floor. I smell coffee in the kitchen. My coffee maker has already served me this morning. Whoever invented automatic coffee pots, I need to kiss them. They make my mornings so much better and I don’t even care who they are.

I fill my favorite coffee cup with fresh brew, sugar, and some cream. I need my sugar and cream. Straight black isn’t my style. I sit down with my phone to check my messages and emails. I have a text from Kelly asking if we are still on for tonight. I have another text from my mom to tell Macy happy birthday. I text them both back with quick responses.

I don’t have a text from him. Even though my heart shouldn’t sink at that, it does. He said he wouldn’t stay in contact and for three years, he stayed true to his word. It hurts.

I put my phone down and grab my laptop to start working on my application. The sooner I finish it, the more time I will have time to myself.

I know it’s close to lunch time but I am on a roll. I grab some crackers from the cabinet to nibble on. I know I will eat better for supper. I just need a little something to tied me over until then.

I’m done with my application and it is almost time to get ready to go out. I stand up from my chair in my living room and stretch. I look around my place. I love my home. I have finally made it a home. A small apartment with two bedrooms and two bathrooms right in the middle of our little town. My bedroom is my favorite place. It is set up in teal blue and coral colors. These are my happy colors. They make me feel safe and comfortable.

In my life, I need safe and happy things. All my life, I have been an upbeat person. I try to find the positive in everything. Even when it seems impossible, I try. That is the way I cope with things. If I know anything it is that life is full of horrible things and terrible people.

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