My heart burst with elation, undertones of submission in her presence. Not a day went by when the thought of her poisoned my mind, even to this day. Just as her heart beat for me, mine did for her.
Hope tore into melancholy, like the gem on a mood ring fading into black. Her voice continues to echo in my room, late at night, leaving my eyes bloodshot and heavy with exhaustion in the early hours of the morning. Her soul was injected into every song, sanguine or sorrowful alike. Even in her absence, I have been left feeling torn, almost dejected. Something as extraordinary as that can lead to significant downfall, leaving an individual in a deep dark pit of despair.
