The mark on my fingernail is still there from that night when we went out to Sainsburys' together. We got back really late and my roommates were sleeping, the door was about to slam shut when I stuck my hand to stop the door from waking my roommates up. It hurt like hell. I wanted to scream in pain. Later that night when I saw you again I showed you my finger, with pink flesh turning purple. You touched it and said it looked painful.
Now you're gone, from me. Taken by forces that were out of my control. No matter how hard I fought, I could not win a battle that required the hearts and wills of two. That mark on my fingernail is now covered with chipped nail polish, hidden and out of sight, but I know it still lingers on.
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