He gazed down, sitting on his bed.
He looked at the clock sitting on his nightstand. The numbers 2:42 a.m. were displayed on the screen with a faint red tone.
He looked around the dimly lit room, with books, magazines, newspapers and even a couple of old videotapes scattered around. How stupid it had been of him to think that these objects could distract him from her.
He knew those things were useless.
He tried to think about other things, but eventually everything led to her. An apparently endless number of thoughts crossed his mind. When they first met. Those times they spent together. The first time.
When he opened his eyes again, he gazed at the clock again. It displayed 3:01 a.m.  Suddenly, something in his bookshelf caught his gaze.
He turned on the light to take a closer look at the book. The light was blinding. His hand reached to the book. Noticing it wasn't dusty, he knew it was relatively new.
He saw the cover. It was not a book. It was an old photo album. The title of the album were his initials and her initials, circled in an ironic heart.
He sighed, afraid of opening the album. At last, he did it. Opening the album, he looked at the pictures.
He noticed one that had been taken in one of her birthdays. That photo had been taken 3 years ago. They were together at her house. In that picture, they were just looking at each other, with her family surrounding them.Of course, all he could see was her face.
He looked at the photo for what seemed a short time. Finally, he closed the album, feeling that every single picture was making fun of him.
He gazed at the clock yet again. 3:53 a.m.
He knew it was getting late. Work had to be done tomorrow. Getting up from bed, he headed to the bathroom.
He looked at the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot, an unhealthy combination of lack of sleep and countless hours of crying. Eventually, he went to his bed.
He took a couple of pills from a box in the nightstand, and swallowed them with a glass of water.
He looked at the clock. 4:00 a.m.
He sighed, and as he fell asleep a single tear ran down his cheek. A single tear shed for her.