Chapter 68 Separate Ways

• Annie
• I hear his footsteps fading. I cover my mouth with my hand and crumple to the floor. My knees buckle and I lay in a heap on the expensive marble floor while everything falls apart beside me. I don't do anything to stop it; I let the tears flow. I let out wails and cries than can only be described as pure grief. I'm grieving. I've lost the love of my life and what's worse is not that he doesn't love me, but it's that he does and refuses to admit it. My heart is broken and I'm left picking up the pieces by myself.
• I'm not sure how long I spend on the floor, but I eventually make it back into the bedroom. I reach under the bed we used to share and pull out the original small blue suitcase I shoved under there months ago. Inside are all my civilian clothes from before this mess started. The New York Yankees t-shirt only makes me cry harder.