I don’t even know how or when, but the sobbing and crying exhausts me to the point, that I actually fall asleep. And I do that curled up on the bottom of my bed, dressed in the clothes that I’ve been wearing the whole day. The irony. I’ve been pretending to be asleep just to actually doze off.
I wake up a little before sunrise. I’m confused and don’t know where I am at first. I even forget what’s the last thing that happened before I fell asleep. Finally, it all comes running back to my head as my mind starts waking up properly.
My lower lip trembles and I find myself on the verge of tears again. No, Evelyn. Don’t do that to yourself. You’ve shed so many tears for him already. This has to stop at one point. I rub my eyes, rising from the bed.
For a moment, it feels like my whole body is
