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21 " thigh. "
― K. Larsen , 30 Days (30 Days, #1)
22 " PRESENT "
23 " My soul rots and degrades more each passing day. "
24 " Manny’s sleeping form. It’s eerily quiet in the corridor right now. Just the faint hum of the ice machine and various beeps and buzzes from patients’ rooms. "
25 " I used to be a happy person. A person with a sparkle in her eye. I was carefree, easygoing, fun, and knew joy on a regular basis. I’m smart. I have a college degree from a good school. I’ve built a career from my degree and I’m good at it. I had friends. Lots of good friends. I used to go out. I was passionate about life and love and myself. None of that person exists anymore. She’s been stripped of all redeeming qualities. "
26 " He’s not really done anything wrong. He’s never hit me directly. He’s not cheated on me that I know of, although I have my suspicions. He’s a hard worker. He just tells me with actions and words at least twice a day how pathetic and disappointing I am. "
27 " The list! I can't forget the list. I rip it from the wall fold it up and stuff it in my sports bra. My heart is beating wildly in my chest. I feel frantic and I’m starting to sweat. "
28 " If it wasn't for my sister, I’d have nothing. She is the only joy left in my life. She loves me no matter what. She is my rock. My confidant. My only family and my best friend. We can have entire conversations without actually speaking. "
29 " She gives me glimpses of the old me back. She makes my soul feel light again. "
30 " My life over the last four years with him has become a shit storm so thick that I can't see my way out. He loves me. I know he does. He loves me the only way he knows how and it would wreck him if I left him. Still, it’s not enough to stay, I know, but I do anyways. "
31 " Dead? Did he say dead? Dead as in she's gone? She can't be gone. I talked to her yesterday. She’s all I have. Without her I have nothing, I am nothing. I. Am. Nothing. "
32 " I’ll never let you go is scrawled three inches long down the side of my ribcage. The skin is still an angry red color, puffy and irritated looking. My gaze drifts up to Colin’s in the mirror. I suck in a sharp breath as I’m caught up in a tornado of emotion. He has the same thing on his arm. They are simple, black ink only, but the meaning of the words are anything but. "
33 " How funny.” I say flatly. “and I was hoping for a battle of wits but you appear to be unarmed.” His laugh fills the silence and brings a smile to my face. "
34 " You just ruined a perfectly delicious Danish!” I squawk at him.“Man,” he laughs, “note to self, don't mess with Elle’s pastries.”I scrape a giant hunk off my chin and smush it across his lips. He licks them and moans.“Oh man, that is seriously one amazing Danish.”“Now you understand.” I laugh at him. I wipe my face off and we finish our treats without wasting anymore. "