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AFTER SHE LEFT

By W.D. Lekker



Copyright 2013, W.D. Lekker

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AFTER SHE LEFT

My home was half empty. Olivia’s closets were stripped of all her clothing. Her workout tapes no longer cluttered the area around the television. She was thorough too—she’d even purged the CD rack of all of music she’d bought. Worst of all, there was no litter box, no cat food, and most importantly: no adorable little fur ball. Olivia’s only note was on the fridge, reading: I’m leaving you. Don’t call. Ever. And she meant it, too. She unfriended me on her social media websites and removed our “in a committed relationship” status from her profiles. I really didn’t understand, either. It’s not like we had a big fight, argument, or shouting match. Perhaps, though, after the last year, we had grown irreparably distant from each other? Only, that wasn’t the most devastating of it all. She’d left two weeks ago, and I hadn’t changed anything in that half-empty home. Hell, I didn’t even take the note off the fridge. For the life of me, I couldn’t understand what I had done to drive her away. I needed daily reminders to try and think about why she had moved out.

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