He always kept his things neat and tidy, until she stomped out of his life. That's when he realized the mess they had created. His heart was in shambles but the rest of him was just okay. He kept wondering - "How long does it take for this mess inside to disappear, to be sane again? It hurts".
And then, he found her staring at him in one corner of the cupboard's top shelf. The slate was their book of life. He had tossed it away the night they fought, the night she left him. He could throw the slate away but not the words written on it, in permanent marker.
Rules of staying unbroken
Don't call. Just show up.
Don't say sorry. Just fix it up.
Don't walk away. Just stay.
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