Everything makes sense when things happens with us.
How could she and my doubts be true? I stood there staring at the shreds and broken discs with my mind blank. I was certain that that wasn't my girlfriend in there anymore. Why would she make this drastic decision? What was her reason? There was no way I was seeing this correctly, but the broken discs proved other wise. Angry growls erupted from my throat as I hit the nearest thing close to me. It was a vase. It shattered into thousand pieces as the sound echoed down the hall. What will I tell my agency? I would have to lie to them that no package was sent to my house. I held my head in my hands and sat on my couch trying to figure out what to do.
