She needed him like he was a drug. Her addiction was at the peak when he was with her. Tangled sheets, soft giggles and lustful kisses those are the three things that keep her alive but two words made all the things that she feels alive, dead inside.

“I’m sorry.”

The silence after those two words were overbearing, it followed by a shattering sound of a porcelain china mug, bouncing off the floor like it was making melodious music but in reality, it felt more like how your heart was aching and breaking at that moment.

“Why?”