The thought of losing someone your heart beats for is the most traumatizing moment to live. Seeing him lay limp on the floor froze my heart. There were times when I wanted him dead, but did I ever really mean it?
I did not. I knew the importance of life. Nobody should be dead like this. Painfully and forcefully. We are no one to punish anyone.
The one person I fell in love with, laid lifeless on the floor. Wasn't he the phoenix I assumed him to be. How can he be dead then?
He was supposed to change, we were supposed to marry and live happily ever after. I was supposed to get my happy ending. A fairy tale romance I never wished for until I fell hard for him. Then why did fate have to intervene and take that away from me?
Why after my heart started to beat for him?
Why to the only man,
