The Sick One

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Emma: Hey babe... it's been... I don't even know...

Emma: 5 or 6 months since the last time we saw each other

Emma: well... more like since you dumped me

Emma: or actually... since you cheated on me with that bitch

Emma: I gotta say, it took me a lot to finally decide to message you

Emma: but my therapist recommended it

Emma: she thinks it'll help me finally move past everything you put me through

Emma: on one hand, it's good to face my pain

Emma: and on the other, for you to witness how far I've come

Emma: that not even all the damage you did could break me

Emma: I've risen from it

Emma: I've healed from all the crap and pain you caused me

Emma: I hardly hold anything against you anymore

Emma: I live peacefully now

Emma: I have to admit, that night, when I walked into the house and found you with that bitch...

Emma: my world collapsed... I couldn't believe what I was seeing...

Emma: no no... my pain... the pain from that night was just the beginning

Emma: I already told you I couldn't keep living there

Emma: near you and that bitch

Emma: that's why I decided to leave everything and move far away

Emma: it wasn't easy, you bastard... it really wasn't

Emma: sorry... even though I'm mostly healed and don't hold much resentment, some of it still comes out when I dive deep into these memories

Emma: don't hold it against me

Emma: so, like I was saying, leaving everything behind was the best thing