Tessa bit her lip in fear and shook, scared for her poor Corsy's life. Ever since /He/ had left she had been emotionless, locking herself in her room of their tiny rented apartment from hours to days at a time, blaring the same three songs on repeat, sipping red wine even though she knew she shouldn't. "Need You Now", "Because of You" and "I Can't Do This" were the only things she would listen to and she hadn't spoken to anyone in days. Not even Tessa, her faithful admin.
Corsica took another sip of the Comet Wine and stared at the asylum white wall of her room, eyes vacant and lost, no feeling behind them. Except for sadness and pain, self-loathing and guilt......and maybe even regret. The saddest part was, not even the fact that her and /his/ baby girl was due only a few, short days away and she still couldn't find a smile.
She needed him, more than life or love or comfort she needed /him./ He always knew what to do or what to say, how to make her feel like the luckiest girl in the world. But the breakup was hard. She was sick, a deathly pale with purple rimmed eyes and no voice, her hair a mess and mind a wreck. She was dying and there was only one person in the world who could help her. Him. Gosh she would do
/anything/ to get him back. She often wondered how she had even survived this long without him, and told herself she wasn't already 6 feet under because she had the faintest glimmer of hope that he still loved her and that he would come back. Because if not, she was just gonna have to die.
Gosh she loved him so much. Every night she curled up and cried till She couldn't, thinking about how much she loved him. And then she wondered, if like all those times......that /he/, after all this, still loved her more.
England..........she needs you. She loves you. ~ ♥ she always will.