...THIRTY THREE...
The moment she shut the door, she leaned against it and tried really hard to control the hot tears streaming down her face, one zealous in its pursuit of the others, again and again.
She heard him drive away after a while.
Then, she broke, snapped like a rubber band that had gotten to its elastic limit and wept, crudely, wailing, lamenting the emptiness in her heart, yearning for what she had so cruelly lost.
She was there for a long time, possibly an hour, pouring out all of her pain, trying very hard to not regret a single thing.
She was there till her voice grew hoarse and faded, and until she had no strength whatsoever.
She was there till her body stopped shaking with her sobs and there were no more tears left to cry.
She was there till her eyes grew heavy and sleep came over her.
She was there until it washed over her—slowly, tenderly, pitifully stealing her in all of its blessedness, causing her to quickly fall into a place of deserved oblivion even if it was only for a little while.
When she next opened her eyes, awakening from her peaceful oblivion, it was nearly daylight.
She realized then that she had slept of there, crouched at the door, curled up pitifully.
She tried to stretch and failed woefully at it mainly because her joints were too sore.
She stood up with much difficulty and attempted the much needed stretch again anyways.
She managed to crack a few places and felt better after it all.
Her body smiled, having being released from all the knots and kinks in its every nook and cranny.
She lowered her hands which had gone up in the stretch, running it along her stomach.
Her attire felt prickly so she looked down at it.
The silver dress—and the suitcase she espied at the side of her, staring crudely at her—helped her with her little case of morning amnesia, jolting her quite unmercifully from her state of forgetfulness, taking her down memory lane, and bringing all of her great troubles to mind.
All the painful memories of last night broke free from the waters and came to the surface, eating her up quite quickly.
She felt the fresh onslaught of tears before they appeared, falling quietly down her cheeks, carrying with it a new pain that made her fragile heart hurt.
She wanted him, needed him, and missed him greatly. She felt incomplete without him, all broken and empty.
Her heart constrained with the pain that she could not obliterate even if she tried so hard to do so.
She sagged against the door once again, crying her eyes and her heart out for it was rendering to pieces from the pain that squeezed and struck it over and over again.
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