Rachel was sitting at the side edge of her bed, hugging her knees while looking blankly outside her room's window.
Drained by sleepless nights
Saddened by memories
Emptied by pain
What she thought was a second shot in happiness, ended up tormenting her. She's waking up everyday undergoing the same pain, sometimes even more. When Mika left, she knew— she knew Mika brought a part of her, that only she could return— only Mika could ever fill.
A knock on her door brought her back to reality;
It's been a week since she let Mika go, a week of shutting herself from her friends, a week of torturing herself by looking at their photos and re-reading their old conversation; a week of crying herself to sleep. What a way to 'move on'. It really isn't healing nor helping her closed the wound in he
