He'd spent the whole night awake just thinking about the last words Catherine said to him. It hurts... Was the only thing that he could remeber; and her face, her angelical face. He'd lost her. It hurted a lot.
He couldn't help but blame himself, and maybe he was the only that've ruined their relationship.
'Their'... This term sounded funny, they weren't even 'we' or 'us' anymore.
That was it.
But it couldn't be, he needed her and this need would never cease. That he knew.
His head was spinning and he suddenly sat down in his bed - the bed that they had shared once or twice - since he couldn't stay lay on his back anymore he walked through his house as he tried his best to stop thinking and remembering all he'd lived with that woman. Which was an impossible thing to do.
He sat down on the couch and grabed his phone. He was about to call her...
