The Story Behind Tilda

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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LANGUAGE (usage of F, B and A words)

I found Harper on the couch, staring intensely at the TV.
"Harper?"
Her head snapped up and I saw fresh tears.
"What...happened yesterday?"
She looked down at her cup and I noticed she hadn't eaten or drank anything.
"I guess I'm no good"
My face twisted with confusion "What do you mean?"

"Tilda fucking cheated ok? Turns out she's been having a four fucking year romance with some married bastard."

I paused. Not what I was expecting. I heard her say 'cheater' about the pictures, but this was not what I expected.

By the look on Harper's face I knew she was not in a talking mood. "I-"
"Don't even start"

I spent the day cleaning, sorting and tidying everything. Anything to keep myself from talking to Harper. She was still neglecting food.

I had heard her get in and out of the shower at least four times. When she came out each time her hair was straggly and wet and she had mascara tracked down her cheeks.

I did suspect that she had been re-applying it every time she got out of the shower but I guess she had her reasons.

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