Forty-four: It's over

Tatiana.

I woke up feeling extremely sick. The moment I opened my eyes, my stomach twisted and churned violently. I found myself practically flying to the bathroom and crouching over the toilet but nothing came out apart from the bitter liquid that served as a reminder that I didn’t have dinner last night.

When I came back to my room after my walk, I dropped onto the bed and slept through the night until the morning.

This is the first time I’m feeling this way and it’s really strange. A knock on the door catches my attention and I catch Joane’s scent.

I’m seated on the bed, clutching my stomach and panting slightly as I’ve just come back from another futile attempt at vomiting. If this continues, I’ll end up puking my guts out.

Could this be a result of my lovesickness? The way I miss Roy, I feel like I’m not myself. It’s like my heart, my soul and my body remained with him while what is here is only an empty shell.

Goddess, I miss him so much, my heart hurts.

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