Her eyes became cold as she spoke the words from the letter aloud. Her heart sank, and her stomach started to turn. Steadily her hand clasped over her mouth, as a small tear rolled down her cheek. With the opposite hand, she clenched her chest, as a sharp pain invaded her inner body. She knew what was going on, but she was blinded by love. His eyes were always so cool, always so convincing; she actually allowed herself to be fooled.
Though now, with the few words written on the letter, she knew the truth. Finally, all the odd things that he had, finally appeared in front of her. Slowly, she clenched her eyes, and squeezed the tears down her cheeks. Her mouth tightened up, and she begun to sob. Still holding the letter in her opposing hand, she crumpled it tightly. She threw the paper on her glass counter, and held her knees close to her.
Silently, she sobbed to herself, while the letter still lay there, able to be read. She cried loudly, then would ease into a silent sob. After hours of crying, she finally laid down to die, her heart finally stopping. Finally, she had cried herself to death.
Hours later, the police showed up. They examined her body, her seemingly perfect face, tightened up from the many cries. They examined the letter, and the female officer gasped. Laying it steadily down on the table, the words written in fine cursive were;
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{font=Bickley Script}"I never loved you."
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