The next day, she left.
I'm not going overdramatisise it. She left. I woke up and she wasn't in my arms anymore.
I'm not going exaggerate my losses either. I didn't go searching for her. It's nights like these that I hate myself for that. I didn't even have the decency to call Anthony, or Dane. I didn't even call Sean, as though he might've known.
She was gone, and I let her be gone.