The next morning, I woke up with a startling pain in my chest… The pain tore at my insides like a living force trying to claw its way out.

Wait…

This wasn’t physical pain… I focused and thought about the feeling in my chest. I frowned, for it felt as though I was being torn apart inside, almost literally, but without actual physical pain. I had no idea what to think of this, for it had come up so unexpectedly… God… where’s my heart?

It felt as though someone had ripped it out of my chest in the middle of the night and decided not to return it. I had no will to get up, no will to start the day or anything…

Good thing it’s the weekend.

I closed my eyes and thought about the conversation Bonnie and I had last night. Remembering the lonely click of the line going dead shot even more pain through my already-torn chest.
Then Annie went through my head. I thought about calling her, but my painful chest screamed No… don’t even try…

A tear made it’s way down my cheek…