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This was it.

I'm driving back to the house to pick up the rest of my things.

This past week I've been staying with Yasmin, nothing felt finalized between Sarah and I. Sparing a quick glance at the file of divorce papers in the passenger seat, I park the car in the driveway.

I get out of the car and knock on the door, sliding the file between my arm and my side, I take the house key off of my key chain and wait for her to open it.

Seconds later, the door swings open and I look up as Sarah gives me a blank stare. She was dressed up nice, not dwelling on where she could be going, I give her small smile.

"I don't wanna cause you any problems, I'm just going to get my things and I'll be out of your hair. You have a date right?"

She frowns, opening the door wider. "How did you know that?"

"You always dressed up like this for a date, not too fancy, but not too casual. I'm happy for you, Sarah." I go into the storage room which is basically full of boxes and junk. I grab a bunch of boxes and pull them out.

"Don't be happy for me, cut the act. Don't pretend like you actually care about me." I walk upstairs with a box and into my closet, she follows close behind me.

"Sarah, I'll never just stop caring about you. That's not how this works, I cheated, I fucked up. But that doesn't mean I want you to suffer or be in pain. You deserve better, Sarah. And my leaving will help with that." I put all my shoes down in the box neatly as I speak.

"Well aren't you my little hero. I don't need you to help me."

"Okay." I sigh and close the box and pull the black magic marker out of my pocket and scribble in bold: before turning and taking it downstairs.

She follows me as I walk, "what all are you taking? You have no right to take anything I bought, I don—" she stops when I set the box down and abruptly turn to her.

"Here." I hand the file over to her, she snatched it from my hands and opens it. Tensing up, she reads it over and clenches her jaw.

"You don't have to sign it now, go on your date and have fun. Whatever we can't settle on, we'll talk about it after you sign the papers with our lawyers. I'm taking anything that I bought as of right now." I walk outside and make room in my truck for my things. I figured the truck would be the best option, I hope it was. The sooner I get this done, the better.

"Fuck you, Logan. Honestly, go to hell." She tosses the divorce papers and at my feet. Turning on her heel, she walks to the backyard.

Clenching my jaw tightly, I stand there for a minute and follow her, picking up the papers. "Don't make this difficult, Sarah."

"No, if I sign those papers, you and that whore run off happily ever after. You don't deserve that, neither does she." Crossing her arms over her chest, she glares at me, sitting in the lounge chair. I bristle at her use of that word and cross my arms over my chest.

"What does that do for you? Will that make you happier? Look, if you never sign the papers, you think I still won't pursue my relationship with Yasmin? You'd be doing this for nothing. Sign the papers and let's move forward. Separately."

She says nothing for a long moment.

I sigh and unclip it from the file, I hand a pen over and wait. "I'll be in touch with a date and time that'll work for the both of us in when we can finalize this." I take the file from her once she signs and grimace as tears brim her eyes.

"I hate you." I nod my head and walk away from her.

"I know."

I look at my lap, my vision blurry with tears.

This is really happening. He's really leaving me.

This is for the best, Sarah. You need this. I walk back into the house and stand by the wall as he strips away everything we built, together.

As the man I love, strips away everything that I hold dear, leaving me bare and vulnerable. He's taking a piece of me every time he loads a box onto that truck.

He's my other half.

What the fuck am I supposed to do without him when all I know him?

I wipe the tears from my face and slide down to the floor, crossing my arms over my legs.

Embarrassment balls up in my stomach, the feeling quite familiar as of late. I'm pathetic.

I looked at the time, I had a little less than an hour until I was supposed to meet him.

I didn't even want to go anymore. But you will! You'll go on that date so you don't seem more of a disappointment than you actually are.

I get up and walk upstairs, to our— my bathroom. I paused and stared at the bare room. The only thing that remained was my side, his was completely vacant. As if he was never in here every morning, every night, with me... sometimes in the shower, on the counter—

Stop it!

I squeeze my eyes shut and stare at my reflection in the mirror.

"You will go on this date, like him, and get over Logan. You have to. It's not an option anymore, he doesn't love you." I tell the teary eyed girl what she needs to here and close my eyes.

Get it together.

I start applying my makeup and touching up my hair, minutes pass when I'm done. I look at myself once again before walking out of the bathroom.

I try to ignore how empty our— my home is. It didn't even feel like home anymore.

I also ignored the pain in my chest as he placed his key in my palm and walked out the door.

Again.

This time for good.

I never envisioned he'd be my ending, that I'd be stuck with starting over. He wrote his final chapter with me, closed the book, and tossed it in the trash.

How do I start a new chapter in my life when my life?

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