One more month

And as she sank her teeth into the grilled chicken, she didn't feel hungry anymore. She was eating alone again, a familiar sight for the last four months. The aroma of the dinner soon filled the room, but she couldn't take another bite. Looking out of the window, she found herself gazing at the darkening sky. The orange hue of the sun was beautiful. Alas, it was setting. And soon, it would be dark, and cold, again. "One more month", she whispered, "one more month..."