I walked into the kitchen, glanced at the dining table, and then did a double take. I was stunned. The fourth person used to be me last year. I had been re-placed. Replaced. Two-syllables with a lot of bite.
And someone how, I found, despite the sting, I did not care, not as much as the fact that you never fought for what I would have fought for. But then again, you don't know you're losing me do you? One day you'll either find me gone or a complete stranger. Or maybe, if you're lucky - both.