Astrid gasps as her hand releases, the pages falling to the ground, a small pile of white sheets fluttering, spinning, swirling as they fall gracefully and somewhat beautifully to the ground, it is a near mesmerizing sight, unlike the fall of Astrid’s concept of her entire life.
It's amazing how a few sheets of harmless paper can twist an entire outlook on life. The sheets that had long since dried tears of Rose are wetted once more with the fresh tears of Astrid as her entire world comes crumbling down around her. She can hardly breathe. Her heart is struggling to beat, her lungs are struggling to take in the required oxygen.
The remnants of her life crumbling before her eyes, everything she thought she knew so distorted.
Astrid falls to her knees with a thud. Her legs unable to eve
