Break up?
She had thought about it, especially these past few days while handling her father's funeral—she found herself entertaining the idea now and then.
But however much she thought about it, she could never bring herself to make that decision.
If she couldn't bear to part with him, how could she possibly bring herself to do it?
She loved him more deeply, needed, and depended on him far more than he could imagine.
But she couldn't just act as if nothing had happened and continue to live happily with him.
Her father had died—because of her love.
While he was alive, she didn't feel very close to him... it was only after his death that she realized he truly was her last kin.
The man's deep eyes locked onto her face, his voice subdued as he slowly asked, "What do you mean by 'needing a moment to think'?"
Her speaking pace was equally slow, as if weighing each word, "I think... I want to move out of here and go back to living in my own apartment."
