Thoughts of that night had evaporated.
Not all of them, particularly those that put her to bed.
She had thought about it the entire night last night, and the rest of the time she's been awake today and she came to a realisation that she didn't want to put him through it all. He was bound to suffer more than her, and she didn't want him to indirectly relive five years ago- she didn't notice it until now, but she had in a way changed, she wasn't as selfish and self-conceited as before and she knew how to make the right choice, not for her, but for him.
The afternoon was warm and the day inspiring of a lot of outdoor activities, but ill as before she waddled to bed and conked out for another six hours, she found herself laying on the couch, failing to distract her mind from ponder
