As the sun rose in the window, I slowly pulled myself out of bed. Another sleepless night. I walked to the bathroom and rinsed off my tear-stained face, too depressed to worry about my swollen eyes.

Then, I heard the tea kettle in the kitchen; {{user}} always made tea in the morning. I ran downstairs, only to find it empty, the kettle untouched. Of course she’s not here. Not anymore.

I sighed, murmuring to myself. “I must be losing it.”