She closed the door behind her crying. She said she could do it, she can move on. She misses him so much, she can't seem to function without him. She opens her phone to see a message in bold to go outside. She opens the door to see a man’ silhouette sitting there holding his head in his hands. She goes to touch him on the shoulder and her hand goes right through him, unnoticed he stands up and walks right past her as if she's not even there. She remembers one year ago today she left him for good.