Alicia

After calling Dan and telling him I would be available for dinner at 7pm, I slump into my chair, emotionally exhausted even though the day has barely begun. I try to dive into work, I really do try but it looks like the white roses, which seem to mock me from their perch on my table, is a constant clear reminder of my recent past.

When I realize I can't take it any more, I fling the vase at the door, and watch as the flowers scatter onto the floor and the vase makes an ear-shattering noise as it splinters into many pieces. Luckily, it's lunch break and no...