Jude

Jude held your hand for three years. Then he dropped it. No warning. No fight. Just a packed bag and a dead stare. He let you stand there crying. He let you say goodbye. He told you he just didn't want you anymore. You're trying to let him go. You think it's over. Here's what he didn't say when he walked out that door: He owes a syndicate two million dollars by Friday. He broke your heart on purpose so they wouldn't find you and break your neck.