Misery Loves Company
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Chapter 1: Opposites Attract
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Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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A/N: Welcome to my new (and most likely final) installment in my series. Enjoy :)
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The therapist handed them both small journals.
"Write down just everything."
Mitchie silently took the journal.
Shane sighed a bit taking it.
She looked at him lightly tugging on the loose ends of the fabric of the bow on her wrist.
She smiled lightly at him.
He smiled back.
Neither had really wanted to go.
But they both needed it.
They had gone through enough of the drama that had been caused for them.
They were ready to finally make it end.
Thats why they were taking every step of their relationship agonizingly slow now.
Neither wanted anything to happen.
They wanted it all to work out perfectly.
She opened up the journal and lightly scrowled on the page everything that she had felt happen in the past years they had been together.
Shane did the same.
Both of their accounts were different.
Given with accute details.
And a general same plot line.
But everything else.
It was opposite of each other.
The therapist gasped seeing this.
They were so rocky together.
So different from each other.
Each with different views.
So it was true.
Opposites really did attract.
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Mitchie had taken her own car.
For her own reasons.
She wanted to do something.
She visited the small grassland of their old apartment complex.
She went to an old tree where she had planted small group of Anzala flowers.
She leaned against the tree softly picking a flower.
She smiled a bit tucking the flower into her bow.
She remembered the day that she had laid there crying.
Holding a small bundle of cloth in her hands.
Not wanting to drop it into the hole like she originally planned.
She remembered how Shane had ligthly taken it from her softly placing it in the hole.
She remembered his hands softly grabbing hers helping her gently fill the hole halfway.
And she remembered as she gently dropped a seed into the hole.
She had hated that day.
But now that day felt like it was the best day of her life.
She softly dug another hole planting another seed.
One every year for how old Avery would have been.
This was the fourth.
He would have been walking already.
Talking.
Learning how to read small phrases.
She would have been holding his small hand helping him learn how to use the potty.
She would have been doing so much.
So much she would miss out on.
She filled the hole and softly patted on the ground.
And left.
Going back to her home.
Leaving part of her past behind and going back to her present life.
A life much better than her last.