I stumbled into the bathroom, letting the shower wash over me, feeling as if my senses were dialed up to eleven. That’s when the panic set in, the creeping suspicion that I was being watched from every corner.
It wasn't long before I started tearing the hotel room apart, my paranoia reaching a fever pitch. I shattered the mirror, convinced I was being spied on through some hidden camera, a cold sneer on my lips as I thought about how invasive they'd become.
After wreaking havoc in the room for what felt like an eternity, I finally crashed, sleeping off the madness for a whole day and night. The next morning, I used Colin’s credit card to cover the damages and checked out.
Colin was waiting for me outside the city hall, his face a storm cloud of emotions.
He was there to tell me he wanted a divorce.
"Are you sure?" I asked, exhausted, wondering if the woman he mentioned was indeed Phoebe.
"I'm sorry... she is Phoebe," Colin said with a resolve that broke my heart.
"You were just as sure when you told me I was Phoebe," I countered, looking deep into his eyes.
He couldn't hold my gaze. "I'm sorry... I was lying to myself."
I scoffed, signing the divorce papers with a heavy heart. The clerk told us to wait a month for the finalization, a standard protocol.
"Can't we just skip the waiting period?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
"It's the law," the clerk responded firmly.
So, I left without another word, stepping out into a rain-soaked world that seemed to mirror my despair.
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