Chapter 30 - The Making of a Ghost

You can't pour from an empty cup.

The saying came to mind as Cara washed dishes. She remembered the ignored emails, canceled plans, vague excuses, messages left on read… all the receipts of wasted effort toward her various “friendships”.

Residual heat crept through the kitchen towel as she dried her favorite mug. Cara held it tightly as a tear slid down her cheek. Her sadness ebbed as the mug grew cold. She placed it in the back of the cupboard, no longer easily accessible.

With silent resolution, Cara closed the cabinet.

No more pouring into those that leave me empty.