The only weakness she has is her confusion of feelings for him.
The only one she wanted, the only one she loved.
He is gone.
The thought of him brings tears to her eyes and the emptiness becomes clear.
Her hollow chest is real.
Her heart is not there; her heart is with him.
She knows he’ll take good care of it now that she’s gone.
He didn’t while she was there.
He was only damaging her more so than she already was.
She knows she can’t be with the one she loves, it hurts too badly.
The painlessness she feels alone is too comforting, too wonderful.
…She occasionally looks back for healthy memorable reasons.