Monologue

She cried in her room for a few minutes. She imagined he was there, though she was alone. She spoke out loud, she told him everything she needed to say a long (really long) time ago. She could even hear the answers, feel his hand holding hers, and as the tears bitterly fell down her cheeks, she knew it was not worth to keep killing herself in thoughts. What for? In her dreams, she always wins.