It's raining.

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It’s raining. It hasn’t rained this hard since the day she left me, the day she told me how she’d sold her ring. It took three months wages to buy that ring, three whole months and she just sold it to a complete stranger, told me she didn’t love me anymore.

She’ll be leaving work soon, on her way home. Eleven-thirty, same time she does every night, only tonight is different. Tonight she won’t be getting home. This is the last night those men will look at her. He’s going to sort that out for me.

He’ll have to leave soon too; otherwise he’ll miss her, but maybe that would be better. This could be the only chance to free me, I can’t go on, when every move I make depends on her, I can’t let her control my life anymore I need to break free.

The world outside is looking even less inviting, full moon. Its overcast the stars are blurred. Well not just the stars, everything is blurred. Something’s not right.

This old leather armchair, and the bottom of my brandy bottle grows more comfortable still, the rains angry drops are hammering against the window pane, I don’t think I can stare out the window any longer, this is eating me from inside, what was I thinking, I have to stop him, before it’s too late, before I lose her completely.

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I'm going to go now, got my coat now I just need to step into the bitter cold New York winter. I haven't even shut the door properly, there isn’t time.

He’ll be leaving now too, his wild scraggly hair will be blowing around in the wind his hands to tired to move it out the way, and I can picture him in my mind, only my vision of him is misty, over the years I have found myself losing touch. Still, he knows what he’s doing, he's ready. He’ll have no shame; I’ll be the one who has to ...

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