and then she realized that everyone was temporary. no one was there to help save her, they were merely there to take something from her; even though the only string of hope she had was their promise to stitch her back together. gradually she became empty. piece by piece, her hope was gone and along went her soul. she was alone. not even she could stand herself. what can you do when you're already dead, but you still want to die?
a.j.
