The following morning, Stellar woke up alone in the bed. She was thankful that she did, because all she wanted to do at the moment was to be left alone so she could wallow in self-pity.
Yeah, that's how you welcome the New Year, Stellar, when you just promised that you would love yourself more this year.
Her cheeks puffed in her attempt to forcefully blow out the heavy air that was weighing down on her chest.
Last night, she dreamed about Beau. In her dream, she was begging him to stay. She clearly heard him say 'never', but in the end, he turned his back on her and left her in the dark.
Or maybe she heard him say what she wanted him to say? Whatever. Stellar tried to lock the nightmare in a chest.
Suddenly, the sound of the shower stopped, and it snapped Stellar from her reverie.
She quickly shut her eyes and pulled the duvet over her head when the door creaked open.
