Lying awake, staring at the ceiling of his dark living room, not able to bring himself to sleep in their bed since she'd been gone, another wave of fresh hot tears flooded Chris Kirkpatrick's eyes. He couldn't believe she was gone. He knew lately they'd been drifting apart more everyday. However, he hadn't seen the flood come even though he'd felt the rain. He didn't want to admit to himself that love was gone, that the fire had burnt out in her eyes. More than anything he wasn't prepared to handle it. especially late at night like then when the only sound he could hear was the ticking of the clock and the shattered peices of his broken heart try to force themselves to beat
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