Me Without You

Aira’s POV

The stupid tears fell again as I sat by the window, staring out at the landscape and the road that had taken Knox away.

I’d promised myself over and over again I’d never cry over him, but his loss was harder to bear than I’d expected, and all I felt was a deep, yawning chasm of sadness within myself. Hence, I sat sobbing by the window.

I was vaguely aware of Elsa coming and going, bringing tea, hot cocoa, cookies, little cakes, whatever she could think of to cheer me up. My mother came as well, trying to bolster me with the same words I’d told myself. Didn’t we fight all the time? Weren’t we a bad match from the beginning? Hadn’t I hated him most of the time I knew him?

Blanche didn’t come, of course, because she was pining by her own window. And she hated me, I was sure of it, ……