She woke up crying three days running. Jack had asked her if anything was wrong, if there was anything she wanted to talk about. PMS, she told him. It'll pass. Mel, have I done anything? He wanted to know. Of course not. Hormones. I swear. But she was starting to think that the brief reprieve she seemed to have experienced lately was now officially over and she was on her way back to the darkness of grief and longing. Back to the stark loneliness. Then
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In the narrative, the protagonist struggles with pervasive emotional turmoil, waking up in tears for three consecutive days. Her partner seeks to understand the cause of her distress, but she deflects, attributing her feelings to PMS and assuring him it will pass. Despite her reassurances, she senses that her temporary relief from grief has vanished, hinting at a return to deeper sadness and isolation.

The character's reflection on her emotional state reveals a battle with inner demons, emphasizing both the strain of her personal grief and the challenges in her relationship. The dialogue with Jack underscores the difficulty of communicating mental health issues, particularly when they are influenced by hormonal changes, illustrating her struggle between wanting to share her feelings and feeling overwhelmed by her pain.

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