15. Part 1.
I feel like I let her slip away. I tried. I know I did. I called every day. I tried texting her whenever possible. She was the one who was always busy.
She was the who broke it.
I can't blame her though. What am I, stupid? I'd be stupid to blame her. I was the one who left in the first place.
I'd rip this letter and remove it's evidence and pretend she never ended it if I could. But I can't.
It's been so long. Six months is a long ass time. Maybe if I tried harder, I'd be happier to see her tomorrow.
Your 151 days are up and I'm coming back for you Dani.
"Dani?" I called out. The sounds of crickets chirping and the bathroom sink leaking rang through. "Dani?" I tried again, walking towards our room.
Her drawers were still pulled open, the closet a mess. She even took her pillow case. Her entire side of the room made it look like she was robbed, though knowing Dani and her messy ways, as well as the fact my stuff was untouched, I knew that she was the cause to the mass clothing piles. She took what she needed, but left what she wouldn't miss.
I knew things were bad, but she knew I was coming back. She could have waited. I wasn't done fighting. I'm still not done.