She sat in her office, alone.

She'd driven to work, as every day, alone, from her empty flat, only her thoughts to accompany her.

She'd arrive at the hospital, receiving only a snide remark from Mrs Hander. It had become part of her daily routine. It could perhaps be seen as a comfort; a cutting word to greet her arrival proving everything was normal, nothing amiss.

Dave had been there when she'd arrived, and had ignored her, something else that had been becoming a routine in the past few weeks. In a way, it reminded her of the situation with her and Gordon all those months ago. She'd tried for weeks to speak to him, to explain to him, but he wouldn't listen. Over time the situation, contrary to what she'd hoped, perhaps naively believed, hadn't improved, if anything, he acted colder towards her. He never descended into nastiness though, Gordon wasn't like that. But all the same, it had devastated her.

Devastation - that was the main difference between the situations. With Dave, it had upset her slightly, they had been friends after all, but it was more discomfort of having to work with someone day in, day out, and not be able to have a civil conversation.

But with Gordon, it has been heart-breaking, clichéd perhaps, but that's what it had felt like in the end. And if she allowed herself to dwell on it for too long, she felt her heart breaking all over again; a pain so intense, suffocating almost, physical, yet almost surreal at the same time.

This grand difference was purely due to the fact of love. She'd loved Gordon.

And still did.