The darkness that defined My Stars

I threw the Medallion down on the floor, where it shattered, blue pieces catching the light in shimmering tears. He didn't move. I couldn't discern the pieces of the blue medallion among those of my heart. Penelope had been right. HE had never loved me in the first place. And now that the thorn imbedded in my heart was out, I realized that my heart had nothing to hold it together with.

YOU need darkness to define the stars, but what do you do when the darkness starts eating you up? When the stars are no longer visible and all you see is the never ending hollow darkness? Will you fight back or let yourself be swallowed into his cold embrace?