She gravely stared at the chess pieces as she mentally perused through her memories as if they were the books stacked in her bookshelves.
She picked one memory of him and it sucked because it was just his face and his hands, oh his beautiful hands with candle like fingers that tapped seductively into the smooth surface of the table that she so wished was a part of her body.
She sighed.
She cringed.
She thought of another way to let go of him while moving forward a chess piece.
'Checkmate' she softly declared to the universe and deleted everything that has to do with him thereafter.
