Envy, trust, fabrication, deception, betrayal ... can love thrive with depraved intentions skulking at every corner?
Can a relationship survive the turmoil of a begrudged heart?
Will Axle locate his love? Will Eric and Shelly sail off into the sunse...
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Chloe
Cassie passed just a week ago, it's surreal. Just two weeks ago, we met twice a week via video call for sessions, and now, there's an absence, just nothing. There's a crater in my chest, a massive cavern that only Cassie could ever fill.
Shelly has taken up residence in my humble abode following our conversation. I welcomed her with open arms, and I must admit, it's been a blessing to have her company within these walls. We've kept each other's minds occupied with nonsensical shenanigans. It's accurate to assume we've been beneficial in irradicating the misery that has arrogated our lives.
She also informed me of the scandalous actions that transpired succeeding the funeral. The argument that led to her striking him– again, which prompted their fornication in avoidance of depression, to the harkened conversation between Eric and Maddy, which led to the revelation of Eric, yet again, copulating with Dr. Whore. This brought about the ultimate dispute where Shelly spewed hatred, ravaged his ego, and struck his face before shoving him out the door.
She inquired about my mental state after witnessing Axle cradling his child to have Selena ambush the procession. That distasteful female will stop at nothing to ensure every interaction Axle and I have will be abolished by her.
Speaking of harassing actions, Eric has continued to pester Shelly in every way possible, appearing at her place of business, flowers, text messages, phone calls, even appearing here. Shelly has all but taken out a restraining order against him.
On the brighter side, Shelly has settled in nicely, and we've found our flow despite the horrific circumstances. Yesterday, a delivery man appeared with a Manilla envelope stating we have a conference with her mother's lawyer tomorrow to discuss the components of her will.
However, today, my nerves are on edge, I have my engagement with Dominic Valentino. I sadly attempted to Google him, but his picture was nowhere to be found. No social media, nothing.
When I contemplated my actions, I had a gut-wrenching laugh at myself for concluding a mafia leader, of all people, would establish any form of social media account. What would he post? "Hey everyone, check out the corpse my men have weighed down to live with the fishes." What the hell was going on in this chaotic mind of mine?
Shaking my head back and forth, I take my leave, prepared to solicit support from a man who can cause me to vanish without a trace. I ponder for the briefest of moments; perhaps Jade is correct in her assumption this is a poor decision. However, closure is essential to my recovery.
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