So the Dice roller didn't work for me, so I went and rolled on my own and got this prompt:

Tear-Jerker
Something that makes you cry.

Be careful this talks about some 18+ topics.

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I was asleep on a stormy Summer's night. I just got home from being fired from my long-standing job as a music designer, a job I was working towards my entire life. It all started with my childhood sweetheart who was the first person to ever introduce the wonders of making music. I originally despised music, it hurt my ears even, yet...when she sung and played her little plastic flute...I don't know I just felt like music was the most beautiful thing in the world.

We grew together, she taught me all sorts of wonderful instruments, and I made sure she didn't flunk every single grade we were in. It was a great match, truly, she was the sole reason I didn't give up in life. The heartache and pains I went through with my drunken and abusive father, with my alcoholic and nihilistic mother. Her existence made it worth it.

Even as we made it to college, we were together, well I hope we were, she was wearing the engagement ring I bought her. We went to college for many different things, I went to use the facilities at the school to make music and bide my time till I made it big. While she went to get a major in Business, she may have been the one to introduce me to music, but she was the one who wanted to listen to it, never make it. So she wanted to have her own business and eventually sell my records. It was wonderful, I felt so high during those years, as my music got better people found out more about me, even soon a record label picked me up and I was off, making music and living the dream, all with the support of my lover right behind me, or so I thought.

I worked with this record label to start making music for these many up and coming stars, many ranging from ages and styles, yet all I could work with. As I met my boss, a tall man with a strong build, a handsome face, a thick set of hair on his head and face, and an aura that commanded respect. He was a man who had been seen with hundreds of women, and everyone knew why, yet I minded none. Well, I would soon.

As I spent around a year working under this label, I was excited. I was doing great work and I was doing what I loved, yet it felt strange between me and my boss. He always seemed to be looking through me, always punching a hole into my head with his never-ending gaze. His eyes always transfixed on something behind me, I never knew until now what it was.

One night at the record label I found myself working overnight to finish up a mix for the presentation to the boss tomorrow, I lied to my soon-to-be wife that I was going to a friend's house, yet I was really just working. Trying to make sure we had enough money to live a comfortable life, and enough for our wedding soon. As I left I noticed the door to my boss's office was cracked open, I went over thinking I would say good night to him as I head off, not really knowing he was there or not, but just in case.

What I saw next was unbelievable, as I grew closer I heard light grunting and moaning, I realized people were in there having sex, as I got closer I peered inside to notice the underwear right next to the door, as I looked towards my boss would sit, as I see my lover and my boss having sex. I felt tears well, yet even more so, rage. A rage that bled into my actions, as I kicked the door in and stood there, as they both looked on to see me. My lover looked absolutely mortified, while my boss looked at me with a small grin on his face, as almost like I was never there, he continued to have sex.

I left in a hurry as I felt my rage turn to pure tears as all I could hear was pained, I'm sorry's. After that I broke up with my long time lover, I had not received any calls or texts from her in the past 2 weeks. I was planning for those 2 weeks to be my vacation weeks so me and my lover could be together and have some dates and even go on a small vacation. Well, now I am here in this empty apartment as I just received a call from my boss that I was fired, as he even threw a few jabs at me before hanging up the phone. 

I am just staring at the piling laundry of her's that I have no wish to touch, maybe because I just didn't feel strong enough to even smell her scent, I decided to put a large box over it and call it a day. I see her pictures that she had of us, yet as I looked at them I cried from the pain she inflicted on my heart, so I threw them all into a box and shoved them into a corner. Then I noticed the instruments we bought for the both of us to play, I left them where they were as I picked up my guitar and started playing blues. Maybe I did all of this waiting, just in the hopes to see her again, maybe there is a part of me who wishes to be with her, even now, well now wouldn't be a great time, after all, seeing me hanging from ceiling fan would not be the greatest sight to find. Yet I wasn't strong enough, apparently. I wasn't strong enough to keep her with me, and I wasn't strong enough to keep hold of my own life. 

Well Mr. Rope I hope you're strong enough. I don't want another thing falling apart in my life.[/hider]