Her heart broke faster than a clock could tick.
In less than sixty seconds, she was a corpse without her organs, a ballerina without her legs, a bird without her wings.
Her body sunk like the Titanic, in the deep blue sea of her room.
Six feet under, yet six feet above.
She was torn between two worlds: that which giveth and that which taketh away.
She became her own world: one full of sadness and hatred, not only for herself, but for the one she loved that broke her existence into tiny pieces, like a puzzle missing its core edges.