As she stares out of the window; bright, burning tears streaming down her face, a deepening feeling of regret settles into her stomach. Regret that she did not say goodbye, not properly. Regret that she did not say 'I love you' one too many times. Regret that she did not tell him the truth. That nothing can be worse than his leaving at this time; her breaking point edging closer. The time when she needs him the most. The time when the absence of his body in the bed beside her is too much to bear. The time when her heart burns when she thinks of that empty seat at dinner time. Turning away, she stares blankly at his side of the bed, ever cooling from his abandonment of her sheets. What has fate planned out for her; that she is to be stuck empty; devoid of all emotion? How can she deserve this?