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"The truth is rarely pure and never simple."

I can't stop silently sobbing into the pillow with my back to him. I can only hope he's asleep and doesn't hear me. Pathetic.

I did it again, I reprimand myself. Why am I such a fool for him? I gave him my body again. I gave him my love again. Where's my damn self respect?

It hurts so fucking much, I feel like I could die. Useless.

I hear a movement from behind before he wraps his arms around me and kisses my temple. It only makes me sob harder.

Why the fuck can't I stop embarrassing myself in front of him? Stop crying you silly woman. Please, Sasha, please just stop crying.

Hours must have passed before I could finally calm myself down. He's been holding me tightly in his arms all this time.

"Max," I finally whisper in a broken voice, "Why did you leave me?"

He doesn't say anything. And, for once, I am glad to be greeted with silence.

Sometimes it's best to not know the truth. Ignorance is bliss, isn't it? Because the truth hurts. It really fucking hurts.

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