It’s been two days,
Two days since I’ve been bawling my eyes out.
Since I heard the devastating news, I hadn’t been able to leave my room.
I felt feeble. My bones felt like twigs that could snap at the slightest bit of strain.
My stomach growled.
It’s been two days since I last ate real food. All I’ve had was the sweets I stashed in the top drawer since forever.
I had no idea what the time was or what time of the day it was. My room looked dark and gloomy.
I trudged over to my en-suite bathroom and pushed the white wooden door open.
Someone was staring at me, someone unfamiliar. They had bloodshot eyes and red swollen lips. Their platinum hair was a wreck. On their face was lines of dried up tears and some leftover chocolates staining their cheeks. I grimaced at the sight of me.
