Sometimes, the thoughts were too much to bear.
She would try to convince herself otherwise—try to silence the spiraling doubts—but the tears still came.
She would often let out loud sobs late into the night when no one could hear.
His absence started to take a physical toll on her health.
Her body felt heavier every day.
Waking up became a battle.
She would lie in bed staring at the ceiling, knowing she had things to do, customers to serve, dough to knead… but her limbs wouldn't move.
It wasn't until weeks later that she realized it.
He had become a drug to her.
She had relied on that drug more than she had known.
His voice. His presence. His stupid, teasing remarks. It had all become part of her life.
And now he was gone.
Every time she had a spare moment, her thoughts returned to him. And with those thoughts came the pain.
To escape it, she buried herself in work.
