Chapter 88. Moving On

Alicia's POV

After calling Dan and telling him I would be available for dinner at 7 pm, I slumped into my chair, emotionally exhausted even though the day had barely begun. I try to dive into work, I do try, but it looks like the white roses, which seem to mock me from their perch on my table, are a constant clear reminder of my recent past.

When I realize I can't take it anymore, I fling the vase at the door and watch as the flowers scatter onto the floor, and the vase makes an ear-shattering noise as it splinters into many pieces. Luckily, it's a lunch break, and no one is around, so I'm in the clear for the meantime to vent. It seems my chest has been torn open, and there's this great chasm that needs to be filled. 

I shake my head and grip my hair in my two hands, despair filling me with anguish. My soul, which had been full to the brim a year ago, screams with emptiness. I feel like a walking dead because I'm so full of extricating longin