She was lying with her pillows thinking about him, as usual. She thought about the "what if's" -- what if she was still the one he liked, what if she was still the one who made him smile, what if hers was still the name he wanted to see on his phone. But she was not. It made her sad. It didn't make her cry, well not anymore, just sad.
Her eyes are too tired of bringing out teardrops that she dries herself. The sadness made her drift to sleep. As she was slowly falling into deep slumber, she was still thinking about him. She was still wondering about everything, reminding herself that he doesn't care about her anymore, that he doesn't remember her. Then slowly, everything went black.
