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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Anon2...)

“I’m sorry doesn’t cut it Rachel. This is it for us. Gather your stuff and get out.” You hear yourself saying the words as if in a daze, but you know you mean them. Rachel has crossed a line she can’t come back from. She tries begging you, and then arguing with you, but you just sit on the couch, still stunned and hurting. Eventually she leaves, an even bigger mess than when she came.

You know exactly where she’s going, but a text from John confirms it. You delete it without looking at it, but it doesn’t upset you anymore than you already are. She’s made her choice, and now you’ve made yours. You’ll both just have to live with it.

The End