Drifting.
Drifting.
Drifting.
She found herself drifting away in the slow pitiful silence of her own thoughts. Slowly losing her way, drifting out into the pit of darkness. Dancing along the thin line between forgiveness and insanity.
He left her. He took the last bit of happiness that she had and threw it away like it was meaningless. She wished with all of her heart to take back what had happened but there was nothing she could do.
She was alone. Her decisions left her in this position, and she could blame nobody but herself. She opened her pitiful eyes and gazed upon the chaotic mess she had created. Glass shattered all over the once well decorated floors of her apartment.
Tears washed away the remnants of makeup on her red flushed face. She was lost and nobody could find her again.
She was drifting.
