I think we should see other people.
Melinda sat by the fireplace on a chilly December evening, reading the last sentence of that letter over and over again. It still brought the same stabbing feeling to her heart and the same sinking feeling to her stomach every time she read it. Fresh tears formed in her eyes as the reality of what this meant struck her.
Melinda had spent three years of her life with Tom. They had lived under the same roof for a few months and had planned to get married sometime during the new year. Just two nights before, in the very room that Melinda was sitting in, the two of them had put up the Christmas tree together. Melinda could never have guessed that things would end like this. They had seemed so happy not too very long ago. How could this happen?
He had written her a one-paragraph letter. That was it. In a fit of rage, Melinda ripped the letter to shreds and tossed it into the fireplace. Then she began sobbing uncontrollably and collapsed in a heap on the floor.