With a groan of frustration, Abigail stood up and headed downstairs. She needed something to distract her, something to take her mind off the overwhelming emotions that were threatening to consume her.
She opened the fridge, the cool air washing over her, and grabbed a can of soda. She didn't even want it, but it was something to do, something to keep her hands busy. As she twisted the top off, she took a sip, the carbonation tickling her throat. She tried to focus on the sensation, to enjoy the simple pleasure of a cold drink, but it was no use. Benjamin's face was still there, hovering in the background, taunting her.
With a sigh, Abigail leaned against the counter, staring off into space. She knew that she had to get over him, to move on with her life. But it was easier said than done
