Hey everybody!

I hope you have enjoyed the story so far, and that you haven't tuned out, because this is the main part. I'm not sure where to end it, but, yeah.

I'm sorry, but I won't be able to update "When I Found Her" today. I'm only just able to update this chapter, so I think it will be a short one.

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Chapter 25: Broken hearts and tubs of ice cream

You said move on where do I go?

I guess second best is all I will know

(Katie Perry-Thinking of you)

The next day, my mother was in a bad state of grief, almost worse than the one I was in.

I found father's letter torn to shreds and stained with tears in the morning, and I woke up on a sofa that was wet. Both my mother and I spent the night crying over the loss of our love.

I think our grief brought us closer together, as she spoke to me this morning. It wasn't much, but she asked how I slept. I think she knew about the break-up between me and...him, probably from Caroline. Saying his name, even in my head, was painful, and it just brought up depressing memories of what he said to me before he left.

I was so lucky that it was the weekend, because I couldn't handle having to go back to school, pretending that everything was alright, and seeing him everywhere I went.

I couldn't do it, it would make me curl into a weeping ball of sadness, and I would not be reduced to that. Not in front of him.

I spent the rest up the day with large tears rolling down my face, making me looking very unattractive, but I didn't care. No one else would. So, there I was, not moving from my position on the sofa, watching sad, tear-inducing movies, and eating copious amounts of ice-cream. It was all very cliché, but I needed it, if only to just let some tears out. Not that I needed to let any more out than I already had.

What surprised me as that half-way through watching "P.S I love you" (I had seen it in the cinema, and knew from experience it was the right thing to watch now); my mother came in and joined me on the sofa, occasionally stroking my hair. I would have usually protested, but today I just felt so rubbishy that I couldn't be bothered complaining.

"Kimmie, my Kimmie. How are we going to get through this? Well, I suppose we have to be strong. Get new men. How are we going to cope? I don't know. I just don't know" she muttered to me, answering her own questions now and then. I was asking myself the same questions, but I didn't see quite how I was going to get myself a new boyfriend. I didn't want to. I had my soul mate, now anyone else I went out with would be no comparison. It was a bit like that Katie Perry song, "Thinking of you". Now I would never be able to listen to that song without bawling like a baby. But that was just the person I was. I wish I could handle things better, but when I got upset, or even angry, I yelled or cried. My life was really awful at this moment in time, this couple of weeks. I was again reminded of why I had tried to leave... him. I was extremely surprised when he turned it around on me.

I could feel myself getting sleepy, soothed by the movements of my mother's hand stroking my head, and for the second day, I fell asleep on "the sofa of despair".

Oh good! Kim's having a moan! Again! Are there any chapters where she isn't moaning? Honestly, I can't write Kim very well. She's really wimpy, and cries all the time. I know it probably sounds really odd, but sometimes I don't have any control over how she is. Weird.

Anyhow (hehe, I love that word!), I hope you enjoyed my winey, grieving Kim, and this chapter. I have never actually seen P.S. I love you, but apparently it is really sad.

Thanks for reading, and thanks for reviewing.

Lots of love,

Deany-Bob101