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She turned her head, looking back at the crosswalk, with her feet slapping the ground as cold 
rain poured down her neck. Tears mingled with the fat pounding drops, that stuck her cocoa 
brown hair to her face as she wept silently.  His words rang in her ears, “There are just some 
choices............ you can never take back.” Her heart wrenched at his last few syllables, and 
she felt completely overwhelmed with nausea. His words were like poison from a snake bite, 
so full of venom it felt as if her chest walls began to ache and her breathing began to slow.  
She felt as if she was the lead ballerina in the ballet the Red Shoes, as the world seemed to 
spin out of control. Spinning so quickly but fearing the fall, where no one would be there to 
catch her at the end.
Anxiety attack, now as her tunnel vision clouded her eyes. She felt the world waver around 
her, and all became a blur. Like when your a kid, and your father picked you up high above 
his head and spun you about. Laura barely was aware that she was even standing, let alone 
standing in the rain while mothers rushed their children inside, and the wind began to pick 
up. Her skin was growing warmer, even though the rain two degrees above zero. In her 
anguish she winced as she felt that  as if her skin was set on fire. Cars swept past her, yet 
she felt as if she were the only person left on earth in her sorrow. She shivered as the rain 
water dripped loudly in her ears, only hearing the reverberation of the last words he ever 
spoke to her. “I never want to see you again............”
Laura started to run, as she wildly pumped her arms to pick up her speed. She ran so fast 
that she could taste blood in her mouth, and her saliva, like glue made it harder to breath 
stuck to the back of her throat.  Laura didn’t care, that she was pushing her body so far that 
it hurt, because beneath that physical hurt, there was another kind of pain. A pain that shows 
no bruising or outward cuts. Her heart was completly broken. As a 20 year old, in a very big 
world. She had made him her entire world. She was unable to distinguish a life without him 
there.
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