“You won’t be needing this. Enjoy death, Margot.” And then she practically skips off in her crazy five-inch heels and pristine dress, leaving me here to die in an empty stairwell in the middle of the night in a fucking hospital after being dumped by the love of my life. Drew. Jesus Drew, please come back for me. Come find me. I can’t die after the fight we just had. Without him knowing, understanding how sorry I am for hurting him and just how much I love him. Another door slams and I know she’s gone.
