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Seven stages of grief

Shock and Denial

She threw her bag across the room, collapsed on her bed and turned to face the ceiling. This couldn’t be. It was just a bad dream, and she was going to wake up and she could text him, go to his house, have a good chat and laugh. Maybe tell him about her feelings.

He watched as the door slammed, nearly break. He stood in the kitchen, helpless. This couldn’t be. It was just a bad dream and he was going to wake up and he could call her, hear her voice, tell her about this nightmare. She would laugh and reassure him. Maybe he could tell her about his feelings.

Pain and Guilt

It was her fault. Had she not mentioned his father, not snapped when he got angry, just listened and talked like the grown-ups they were supposed to be…They could have talked this through. And why were those tears running down her cheeks ?

It was his fault. He should have kept his calm, explained what the issue was without flaring up. They would have gone through this, getting stronger and learning more about one another. It could have been alright. And why were those tears running down his cheeks ?

Anger and Bargaining

She hated herself so much. She reached for her phone, found his number…left her finger just above the delete button for a long time. And finally pressed it.

He hated himself so much. He reached for his coffee cup and threw on the ground. It didn’t make him feel any better. But not worst either.

Reflection, loneliness

Maybe if she called right now, there was still a chance. But why bother ? There was no hope of reconciliation after what they had said, after how he had thrown her out. She ignored her roommates when they came asking if she was fine. She just needed time to adjust.

He sat on the couch, head in his hands. He should do something, reach out to her. But why bother ? They had gone too far for it to just fade away. Things like that tended to stick in the mind. He needed time to decide the best option.

Upward turn

Breathe in. Breathe out. It will get better. Eventually.

Reconstruction and Working through

She didn’t need him. She had other friends, she could meet new people. Losing him wasn’t that bad. She didn’t need him.

He didn’t need her. His life was just as well before he met her. He could have Constanza, if he wanted. He didn’t need her.

Acceptance and Hope

She could survive without him. And she would. But she would miss the way he smirked, the talks they had about literature and politics, the smile he never failed to bring to her lips.