What do we do with a love like this?

I stared at the door of the place i once called home. I should knock. I shook my head. I was here to say good bye. After seeing pictures of the three of them on facebook...it was obvious that i was long forgotten. I shuffled on the steps. I had to say good bye..just one last time. Then i'd go home and end this.
I wounder who would find my body. Would Andy even care? I shook my head in disgust. I looked to my bracelet covered arm. The last time I'd cut was this morning. I still love him. So much and i hated myself for it. And i took it out on myself too.
I finally raised my fist and knocked. Morgan probably wouldn't recognize me. I was wearing all baggy clothes, trying to hide the large amount of weight loss. I looked disgusting. I haven't slept good since the last i spent curled up next to Andy.
Suddenly the door opened to revel a very shocked Morgan. "Hey." i said, my voice barley above a whisper.

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