But right after saying that she at up and then felt her energy leave her body. Oh my god was she crazy?! What the hell was she thinking?! Was she really thinking of following him out? To do what exactly!?
"Veronica.. you're going crazy for a boy... oh my god..." she said to herslef, and yet as she sat there, staring at the ceiling, she could not deny that his departure had left an emptiness in her heart that made her chest tighten.
She exhaled slowly, trying to steady herself, but the swirling emotions refused to quiet down. Her mind betrayed her as it often did. She thought of her husband—his gentle touch, the way he used to make her feel safe in a chaotic world. But this time, it was different...
His memory was beginning to blur, like an old photograph losing its colour. And in its place, there was one picture. It was Jason, doing the exact same thing. touching her, kissing her, making her feel safe, feel loved and cared for.
And that terrified her.
