Back in her apartment, Eileen sat on the sofa, doing nothing.

She didn't want to think about anything, didn't want to do anything, just stared blankly at the ceiling.

But her heart still hurt, so much so that it felt like it was being sliced and turned over repeatedly by countless knives.

Several times, the pain was so unbearable that she could hardly breathe.

She even thought she might be tortured to death by this heartache.

But no, she was still alive.

She keenly felt every throb of pain in her body and every breath she took.

She hugged her knees, curling up into a ball, hoping to bury today's...