I sat on the cold floor, holding the rim of the toilet bowl while my head felt like it was going to drop into the toilet with a loud splat. It had been two long weeks since my birthday and I only just started puking three days ago.
No calls from Eros, he still didn't return any of my calls or messages and I still hadn't developed the courage to step into his room. His scent had began to fade in my room and the living room and I soon felt like everything was beginning to go back to the way it used to be before he came into my life.
Black and white. Bland.
My stomach rumbled in hunger and I stood up on my shaky legs before I flushed the toilet. I washed my mouth, brushed my teeth again and stood in front of the mirror, my hands gripping the counter tightly.
I looked like a sorry mess all because of a man!
Because of a man who most likely had other girls latched unto his arm.