You have to die a few times before you can really live said a wise soul once. And he was right.. in a certain extent. Life is complicated and painful sometimes. Some days we lose the sparkle. We lose the desire to deal with our reality and lose faith that things will change. Everything is just dark. Darker than ever before. As if black had been given a whole new meaning.
She sits on the edge of his bed. She has bags under her eyes and her gaze is distant. She have been running from reality in all secrecy. No one knows the inside of her head. Her small tired eyes are looking away when he kiss her. She spends all her thoughts to escape from reality, to a world without pain. Her love to him is all she have but it will never be enough. The demons drives her to destruction.