Published on 15 October 2023 at 13:30

She looked at him.

“Enough,” she said solidly, seriously. He would be under no illusion that she meant what she said.

It was over and he knew he had fucked this up beyond repair. His insecurities ruling his life once more. At that moment he hated his ex-wife. But he knew it was his fault for not taking action.

“I don’t want to see you ever again, or hear from you. You’ve broken me,” she whispered falling into the despair she promised herself she would not allow him to see.

She started to walk out of the café. All her things still at his place. But they were only clothes, toiletries, her MS Surface. She had her wallet and her phone on her. She would just go home now.

He followed her out of the café.

“Where are you going? You can’t leave. You have to come back with me.”

“No. I don’t. You can’t keep trying to hold me back like this. I’m going home. Now.” Resolution returned.

“Can’t we talk, let me explain? I’ll do anything for you. You know I love you!” said with such conviction.

“You don’t love me. I can tell that through your actions. There is nothing else to talk about. You’ve explained and excused yourself for the last time with me. Leave me alone.”

She walked on, unsure where she was going in this small town. Then she saw a bus coming round the corner, its destination was a train station. She ran for it, slipping between frustrated cars and hopped on.

In his shock, he missed her and saw her face, tear-streaked as the bus passed him. He ran to his car, but got stuck behind traffic on the main road and lost the bus. He cursed, slamming his hand on the wheel.

She looked back to see only the normal traffic. She might escape him after all.

It took the bus a good thirty minutes to arrive at its destination, a large train station with trains travelling North and South. She paid for a single ticket South.

Just in time for the 2:13 train to Euston.

She found a seat on the train, at the back, with as little window as possible. She looked up every time the interconnecting doors would slide open. She looked back. But 15 minutes into the journey she started to relax. He couldn’t be on the train, and she could breathe a little.

She called her best friend.

“Abbey, can I stay at yours for a couple of nights? Sorry its short notice.”

“Of course. Are you ok? What’s happened?”

“I’ll tell you when I get to yours, probably about five. Would you mind picking up some clothes for me? I don’t want to go home.”

“I’ll go now. Is there anything else you need?”

“To cry!”

“I’m here for you. See you soon.”

She took a deep breath.

A message came through from him – damn, she hadn’t blocked him.

“I love you – don’t do this.”

She blocked his number. Deleted everything to do with him.

By the time she reached Abbey’s place, she had erased him from her phone. Now she just needed to erase him from her soul. And despite the hurt he had caused her, that would be the hardest deletion!


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