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Published June 30, 2015
It’s been over a year since Brody and I broke up and it hasn’t been a lot of fun. I mean, Jesus, we’d been together since we were sophomores in high school. He’d been my first everything. He’d been my only everything. And I thought I knew him but apparently not.
And that’s when he’d told me he “couldn’t do this anymore” and that we were over then he’d gotten dressed and left.
Just like that.
Hell, I’d even made a last-ditch attempt to embarrass the truth out of him by confronting him at the firehouse in front of his fellow firemen (I know, lame, but I’d been brokenhearted and desperate and clearly out of my mind), and when he’d looked at me coldly telling me for the twentieth time it was because he wanted five kids, I’d given up.
He misses me.
Because a fish died.
He misses me.
Because now I guess he’s realizing he’s truly alone.
Just like I’ve been for the past year.
And he hasn’t talked to me in such a long time.
But he finally comes to me because of an idiotic fish.
“This whole thing is weird,” I mumble.
“Yeah, it really is. You’d think I would’ve at least heard something about why he did it but I got nothin’,” she replies.
“That is strange,” I agree.
I sit up quickly. “Yeah, he loves me so much that he broke up with me because of a fucking lame reason! And then he doesn’t talk to me for a year! Yep! That’s true love for you, right there!”
I can’t help but snort. “That’s it, isn’t it? You broke up with me because you slept with another woman and got her pregnant. I’m right, aren’t I?”
“Brody left with Peyton and Hannah. As far as Sarah knew, they went to Peyton’s house. So if the baby’s his, that’s where they did the deed.”
“How fucking selfish can you be? You know I’ve spent the past year banging my head against the wall trying to figure out what I did wrong! Was I not good enough for you? Did you fall out of love with me? Did you fall for another woman?”

"Yeah!" Ryan adds. "you can be like Veronica Mars all sneaky and shit!" I'll help you too!"
"If you lose...You sit on my face."
"And P.S. I hate Peyton."
"I told him to take what was hit and leave. You know what he did?"
"What?"
"He picked me up and went out the front door."