Her blue eyes could almost shine on the bathroom mirror, full of tears as they were.

"Been' long" Her cracking voice said, revealing how much she had cried.

"You left when he came along but I guess it's only fair for you to come back now, right?" She sobbed, another tear rolling down her gentle cheeks.

The bathroom was dark and she would seem alone at first glance, but the darkness was all too dense to not be her long lost companion.

"I loved him so much."

The darkness approached, its whispers making an attempt at words of comfort.

"I was so happy, everything was so right." Her voice cracking again. "Why did it have to be like this?" She started crying again, it was loud and desperate, as if maybe someone would come and save her, say it was all a misunderstanding, that none of it was real or had really happened, however she was fully aware that these things would not happen, as the bathroom door was locked.

The shadows covered the room further, her blonde hair having its color taken by the lack of light. They were present, even in their own emptiness.

She cried loudly and desperately but, as she expected, no one came to her rescue, and it was no misunderstanding, so eventually she stopped, sobbing still.

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"We had so much, we planned so much, it was so different from how I was before, from when I only had you." Her attempt to control herself so it wouldn't all become ramblings of desperation was invaluable.

"It was so different.." Her voice lowered as her mind trailed somewhere, somewhere where the end of the road would only bring more tears but so far the path had only happy memories with a few skippable bitter moments.

She didn't linger too long on that line of thought, knowing all too well what that would entail.

The darkness shuffled, her silence that before was simply commonplace was now a behavior that only turned the air denser and heavier, as before it was a reflection of her still nature, now it is only an indication of the torment in her mind.

Her mouth opened to speak but no words came out, she didn't know what to say, was there anything that needed saying? Was there anything that could be said?

She opened the cabinet in front of her and took in her hands a few pills from a bottle. "I'm sorry." She said, apologizing for what was about to take place, to whom the apology was directed was unclear.

"I'm so sorry." She started crying again, as she cried she took the pills in her hand and swallowed them.

The darkness shed a single tear in its newfound loneliness, or company, depends on how one chooses to see it.

How are we supposed to keep living after losing newfound sustenance? Do we return to old habits? Do we adhere to new ones? Or do we cease living altogether? It's fair to assume each of us will find a different answer to this question when faced with this situation, but the fact that it has to be answered is an immutable truth for all.

The girl found her answer, and even if one would say that it was not the best choice, is it really our place to judge? Would any of us have done better? Maybe, but it would have only been better for us. Despite any different view on this there's only one thing that can be agreed on.

Tis' a sad tale, and one of many.