I can't explain how I spent last night, but I'm glad that I'm now over.
A night without Edward was like hell. I literally opened my eyes all through the entire night as I spaced at nothing in particular.
My eyes were just so swollen that I feel like it's going to pull out from my eye socket anytime soon.
Headache was the order of the day, and despite the fact that I struggle to take a painkiller……. Nothing still work.
The main was still there.
I realized that medicine can never repair a broken and damaged heart.
Medicine……. Have its own limit.
Right now….. it's already morning, and I'm already arranging myself.
I took my bath, and made noodles for myself.
I ate the entire bowl of noodles with my chopstick and yet….. I still felt empty.
I guess food still can't heal a broken heart.
I had already watched the bed sheet that my blood had stained and it's well ironed.