4.14.

Every gulp was like an hourglass overturned, time ticking away. Not sip, but gulp, seeing as the lump in my throat was growing and felt more and more painful every second. My septum was stinging and my eyes felt heavy, sinking into my skull. The only thing I could hear was the sound of the liquid going down my throat. When I tried to talk, my eyes wouldn't stay in one place; trying to memorize every inch of the room. Like I would forget anyway. People try to give me advice, but I'm not sure they understand when it comes down to it. If anyone was watching, I'm sure they were laughing at how awkward I looked, walking with my eyes glued ahead in the dark, picking up my feet in short strides.

Hard to believe. I've been wondering where to go ever since I heard you shut the door. When you woke up the next morning I think you decided to stop loving me.