Forty Seven: Absolutely no one

Life was the same as boring. There was no Roy to stare at me whenever I woke up in the morning, there was no baby in my tummy to adore, there was no one to keep my company. Mom, who was the only available person around me, was facing a bit of depression. 

Ever since I had told her about how I had lost my pregnancy, she hadn't been doing fine at all. She had said she had already been knitting sweaters for her unborn grandchild, not knowing the innocent thing would be killed by some morons. 

Little by little, I was getting rid of the pain of losing the pregnancy, but not a bit had I gotten rid of my love for Roy. I guessed we had a really strong bond. To be frank, in the last one week, sometimes, I would think of speaking with him, but I didn't know how to. Probably, if he hadn't affirmed that this relationship was over, I could have tried to at least call or send a text to him. But, since he had said he didn't want it anymore, I gue