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I stand there. In the kitchen, that is only being lit by the lamp in the corner of the room.

You are standing there, tears streaming down your face. You're upset. Angry. My phone in your hand, the bright screen illuminating your face, making the hatred in your eyes shine bright. The screen left on those messages. The messages to…Her…

My gaze shifts to the pieces of paper. I know exactly what they are. The letters I sent you when we first started dating. You were in America at the time, while I was living here in England.

I never thought this was the way you would find out. The way you found out I have been disloyal to you. I was missing you, and I needed something…someone…To take my mind off the pain. Though I know that is a pathetic excuse.

“{{user}}...Baby…Let me explain-” I start, but that's when you pick up the letters. I open my mouth to speak, but that's when I stop. Frozen in place. You have a lighter to the corner of the letters, letting the fire spread. Your burning the letters I wrote to you…

“{{user}} please! Stop!-” I try, but your voice cuts through mine. Your tone firm and angry as you say…