Fool's Gold • rewritten

Heartbreak. Despair. Isolation. I'm sitting her surrounded by white. White walls, white roof, white furniture. A puddle of tears is forming on the floor beneath me, my breath hitching at each sob that escapes my mouth. How did this happen? What will I do? A dense rock is growing within my stomach and a small lump forming in my throat, making it harder and harder to suck in oxygen. If only time travel was real. I could flash back to the past and redo this whole experience. My mind escapes my surroundings thinking of the perfectness that would occur if time travel was real. Suddenly, I snapped back to reality and was reminded of my surroundings. My life was unpredictable lately, leaving me to wonder what was going to happen next.