She was leaving. She had business to attend to, and she had to be away. It was at the same time terrifying and liberating. She loved him, really she did. But after each cruel word, each too hard grasp, each perfectly aimed strike she imagined running away. There was only so much a girl could take.
She was leaving. He bullied her into making a trip with him she really didn't want to make. He wanted to spend time with her. All he did was fight. She felt like nothing. He couldn't even be nice to her before she left. He put on a good show, but his words cut her like a knife.
She was leaving. And she cried. Because she didn't want to come back.
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