She cried and she sobbed and she prayed to God to heal her shattered heart.
Finally she felt strong enough to stand up. She stumbled her way to the kitchen counter and picked up her solid black ipod. She didn’t have any pockets in her favorite sweat pants so she stuck the ipod between her hip bone and the top of her sweats after setting it on Violet Hill by Coldplay. It was sort of a routine for her. Everytime she would break down, music was her way of bouncing back. Even if still in tears, she would go straight to her ipod. She looked at the clock on the oven and it was 12 AM exactly, and it was then she realized she hadn’t eaten anything all day except for a part of a frozen dinner and a coke. She put a pot on the stove as she wiped away some more tears and prepared to make mac and cheese. She hated cooking or making any sort of food, even if it was out of a box or can. But focusing on something helped block out certain thoughts.