And she wonders briefly how it came to be this way. 

She thinks of all the ‘what if…?’s and drowns herself in her misery - thinking of him, thinking of them, thinking of what could have been - over and over and over again.

“As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.” 

– Haruki Murakami