Jade

　　As I reluctantly peeled myself from the bed, the sight of my stained and sodden pillows only amplified the ache in my heart. Not a single wink of sleep had graced me last night- instead, I cried, cried, and cried.

　　I sound miserable, don't I? Hell, I am miserable now.

　　Alone, as always, I had cut the cake, its sweetness a cruel reminder of the bitter reality that gnawed at my soul. In the depths of my being, a desperate longing whispered, hoping ...