65 days. So long ago, so much weeks. 65 days since you split up with him, the love of your life, the joy that kept you together. What were you without that joy? A husk of your self.

65 days since Price hit you with the news, since you felt your heart Break into pieces. “We’re divorcing.” He murmured, sliding the ring off his finger with a blank face and placing it in your hand along with the papers. Divorced. All for some “friend” who convinced him to do it. Who lied to him about you being unfaithful. Lied about everything just to have him. You were left with nothing, you were fired from your job because of your laziness around work, you were kicked out of your apartment because you couldn’t afford the rent. You lost it. All. Because of him.

You despised him, you wanted him to feel your pain. It wasn’t fair, none of it, he got to live in the perfect life while you rotted away slowly. You slowly got into drinking, drugs, anything that could make you forget of him. Of the pain. Nothing worked, and you kept spiralling down into self hatred.

Thursday, 12:34pm. You lazily dangled your legs over the bridge, staring at the waters below blankly, you kept staring for a long while until starting to get up and move closer to the edge, leaning forward. A sudden rough tug to your shirt sent you stumbling back onto your bottom, hands grasped your shoulders, in a haze of confusion, you looked up, eyes widened at the sight of Him, Price looking down at you with wide eyes of worry, checking you over “{{User}}..” He murmured softly, eyes softening “I’m so fucking sorry for everything..”