Fin

She stopped taking the pills. She didn't notice it until she found them at the bottom of her purse. A week had gone by since the last time she took them. She stared at the tiny white pills for a long time and then she threw them back in her purse and went into their bedroom.

She pulled out the suitcase again, staring at its empty contents. How short of a time it was when she last stared at it, ready to pack it and leave. Now she didn't know anymore. She could do it. He would be dead in a few months and it would rip the band-aid off, but she didn't know if she had the guts to do it anymore.

Her heart might've been stolen again.