Chapter 88 Moving On

• After calling Dan and telling him I would be available for dinner at 7 pm, I slump into my chair, emotionally exhausted even though the day has barely begun. I try to dive into work, I really do try but it looks like the white roses, which seem to mock me from their perch on my table, are a constant clear reminder of my recent past.
• When I realize I can't take it anymore, I fling the vase at the door and watch as the flowers scatter onto the floor and the vase makes an ear-shattering noise as it splinters into many pieces. Luckily, it's lunch break and no one is around so I'm in the clear for the meantime to vent. It seems my chest has been torn open and there's this great chasm that needs to be filled.
• I shake my head and grip my hair in my two hands, despair filling me with anguish. My soul which had been full to the brim a year ago, screams with emptiness. I feel like a walking dead because I'm so full of extricating longing for the one person that almost ruined my life, that I wish I could rip out my heart from my chest just to ease the sensation.