After dinner Razor had walked out , no words said and soon after everyone else left . I cried all night .
I didn't leave the house the next day and the next and the next and then whole week , I spent these days crying , thinking , praying and planning how move on without him .
Sunday evening, I laid on room floor naked , I was going to shower but then I didn't want to at the last minute and I just laid there . The cold floor comforting me . I think I fell asleep because when I woke up , I was on the bed covered .
How did I get here , I remember being on the floor , then I heard clattering sounds from the kitchen . I put on one of Razor's shirts that he had given me a while ago . I walked somewhat quietly to the kitchen , holding one of my high heels, scared.
A guy stood there over the stove , a spatula in hand and an amazing aroma filled the room and my stomach grumbled.
Ofcourse it did , I've barely eaten the whole week.
The sound seemed to alert the guy and he turned to me , my mouth fell open and the heel fell to the ground .
WHY IN THE WORLD WAS TILLER IN MY KITCHEN.