"What are you going to do now?" I asked completely disheveled by the news she just confirmed. I stared at the small tray of drugs and pills that sat on her drawer, trying as much as I possibly could to distract myself. She looked too calm and at ease for someone going through this type of ailments. I on the other hand, was trying all that I could to not cry again infront of her. I haven't cried in freaking months, but through out today, I've been sobbing non-stop. "Nothing. There's really nothing I can do now". She smiled. I watched her calm resolve go down the drain as a single teardrop, streamed down her flushed cheeks. And just like that, I found myself crying for the fourth time today. **** Love, they say is one of the strongest forces on earth, and rightfully so. One is completely blinded and fooled by the intricacies of this vile feeling. The same feeling that has wholly engulfed me, but different in some way. The love I'd known all my life was from my family, a platonic or agape form of love, and even that came with it's share of hurt. The pain I felt when mum died was completely unimaginable, and deep. It felt like my soul was being injured, like my very being wasn't... complete anymore. It still isn't, but now it's so much worse. Why does life continually try to beat the crap out of me? Why show me a glimpse of hope when you know it won't last? Why drop someone as precious as Aurora into my life, then take her away?