Tw: Sadness
After a while, she stopped crying on the phone whenever she received her calls , she understood that it was useless.
Like begging her to stay, she also gave up trying to save their relationship. It didn't work between them and it would never work. It turned out to be useless effort and she understood it too late.
All she was trying to do now was getting better. It did not prevent her from spending whole days in the clothes her ex lover had left at her home. The clothes of the one she once loved, and may still love. It did not prevent her from feeling a lack at night, her bed seemed empty, huge. She thought that cause they never had much in common it would have been easier, that it would be a slight loss, but
she was wrong.
The only things they shared was a bunch of problems, and yet she missed them terribly.
But by now there was nothing she could do about it.