So that's it then?

Kiss me and tell me you love me, that's all it will take for me to come back running into your arms.

It's been three days since she last saw him and she's even worse than when they broke up. Her hair is a tangled mess atop of her head, her body starting to smell ripe from the lack of bathing. She sits naked on her bed with a vodka bottle in her hand. She feels the familiar and welcomed burn of alcohol burning down her throat and she mutters,"you should've fought for me, you shit."