It's finally over. 

Steph left multiple messages on her answering machine. Sally just lay there,  wide awake at 11pm, for once unable to feel anything.  For such a hyperactive  wild child the present state of nothingness could have easily been mistaken for peace.  As she pondered over her situation attempting to disect the void, she couldn't help but think a large part of her had died. 

It's finally over.  

He's not coming back. 

Painting by Cecily Brown