Hannah gazed at her phone. It was now 6AM, and she had watched the hours tick by since Garrett left. She had seen all of them, and she wondered just what she would have to do to make her eyes close without remembering the look on Garrett's face before he walked out the door. Many times she had open and shut her journal, not able to write about the riotous feelings coursing through her - it was unusual that she couldn't, but not unheard of. Just the fact that she couldn't put her thoughts onto paper told her exactly how much this was affecting her and how right Garrett had been. Her bottom lip jutted out, and she allowed tears to pool in her eyes once again. Hannah knew what she had to do.
With a super human effort, she got up from where she still sat on the floor and went to the bedroom
