Chapitre 47: Chapter Forty Six: I miss him

The next morning, Becca woke up laying on her living room rug, her eyes sore from crying and her throat parched. Her arms and neck also hurt from the awkward position she slept in. Becca sat up straight and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands but while rubbing it, her sight strayed to the bouquet laying next to her, and just like that, all the memories of what happened last night flooded her like a tsunami.

Becca mindlessly stared at the flowers for a while before dragging her eyes away from them as she didn't want to start crying again but it seemed to be too late because just as she turned her head away, she felt a teardrop rolling down her face.

'Damn it! Why does it hurt so much?' Becca asked herself, trying to blink away the hot tears that brewed in her eyes.