There's a hop in my steps,in spite of the hollow in my heart.

Dhruv.

Dhruv.

Dhruv.

"Oh shut up",I snap at free air, irritated.

Maybe I should just hook up with a random guy.

Yes. That's it.

Maybe I should try the Friends with Benefits kind of thing.

Don't be absurd, Sandy. When did Friends with benefits workout,for anyone?

It doesn't even workout in movies.

I glare at the file I'm reading,not absorbing a word.

Concentrate,Sandy.

Why the fuck did I even need a closure? I feel so miserable.

I just want to forget that I'm a doctor responsible for lives, and hide myself in my room and not come...