Feeling: furious
Listening to: Alkaline Trio - Stupid Kid
Reading/Watching: nothing

"Hi!"

"Get out."

"How are y-... what?"

"Get out. I never want to see you again. Ever."

Stunned, I stood there like an idiot by Bri's hospital bed, still holding my purse, the ink on my visitor's sticker not yet dry.

"Get out."

So I did. Drove home, tears of confusion leaking over into frustration and rage. Walked in the door, picked up the stupid little music-stand paperweight she gave me ages ago, and hurled it against the wall.

Didn't even think the damn thing would be breakable, but surprise surprise. I then proceeded to throw away everything she has ever given me.

That's it. I'm done.

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