“When had he written it?” she wondered. Though it didn’t matter. Angie was expecting it.
I think we’ve tried. We really have. But this is just not working for me. And I don’t think it’s working for you either. I think it’s best if we just end it. I’ll be moved out by the time you get home from work.
Angie shrugged as she folded the letter. She didn’t feel sad. She didn’t feel anything, except relief and a tinge of excitement knowing that she would no longer have to share her apartment with anyone. With him.
Angie never agreed with Jess on anything. But this one last time he was right. They didn’t work.
kat ~ 16 February 2016
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