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" I said nothing. Just cried harder, unsure how to move after something like this had happened. Did I just get up and walk away, as though my whole world hadn't just been destroyed? How? How did legs and feed and arms and lungs work after something like this. We stayed like that for a long time. He whispered things. Apologies, excuses, promises. They bounced off me, impossible to absorb. I believed him, and I didn't. I hated him, and I didn't. I loved him, and I didn't. I hated me, and I felt sorry for me. Words have no meaning. There was no past and no future. It was as if all I had to do was live through this moment, and everything would be alright. "
― Jennifer Brown , Bitter End