Moon perches on green hills

His 99th Broken Glass

When Julian smashed his ninety-ninth glass, I finally broke up with him.

He exploded in rage. “Just because of a broken glass?”

“Eleanor Vance, don’t forget you were the one who came begging!”

I hadn’t forgotten. He was the one who broke the deal first, forgetting what he’d promised me.

For the past two years, playing his trophy girlfriend, he thought I was obedient and docile.

He had no idea. His 'one who got away,' his childhood sweetheart, his trophy girlfriend – none of them wanted to stay by his side.

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