The first light of dawn filtered through the thin curtains of Elena's small apartment, casting a soft, pale glow across the room.
The silence was thick with an unspoken heaviness, a tension that clung to the air, as Fiona sat curled up on the edge of Elena's bed, her eyes raw from the endless stream of tears that had flowed through the night.
She hadn't slept all through the night, not even for a single moment as she was roo consumed by the turmoil of the previous day, by the loss of the one person she loved more than anything. Her lover and boyfriend, Liam.
No matter how hard she had tried to tell herself that she had made her choice and needed to live with it, it just seemed as though she couldn't live through it and that she was going to die.
She had never thought she would be this much affected by the whole thing. How could she not when she knew Liam was most likely thinking of her as a gold digger, all a plan of his wicked evil mother.
