The digital clock reads 4:30, it’s time to leave I send one last email and sign out of my accounts I put on my jacket and grab my pack Hurriedly, I walk down the stairs, out the door and into the car Work has ended for the day, but I have one last assignment to complete It’s not an easy task, but it could be worse I think of the many ways to start my message And debate whether we should keep in touch I look back at the time we spent together and how you were with me One awful moment stands out and suddenly the ongoing debate stops, A decision is made. After arriving home, I quickly change into my pyjamas I turn on my email and review my decision It’s done. It’s final. I don’t want you in my life. I think some more about what to say, Whether I should be kind or just lay it all out. I check my inbox and see a message from you. Your email disgusts me. Another decision is made: I’m breaking someone’s heart tonight. I start writing my reply. It’s far from nice. I am fuming. My anger can be felt with every word I type. I have been nothing but kind to you, even when you were selfish. Now it’s time I put you in your place and tell you what I really think About you and all your bulls**t. After typing a lengthy paragraph filled with vile, I feel so relieved. But it’s not enough. I want to say more, but I don’t want to waste another minute on you. I re-read my message and make some adjustments. This will do. I click send, This one action severs the tie, for good.