Dahlia found herself grappling with the question: what was too much? When did pain cease to be just pain and instead become a numbing force? When did joy turn into an overwhelming burden? She remembered the lyrics of a song that haunted her thoughts: too much love could be lethal. And now, facing her own heartache, she couldn't help but wonder if there was truth in those words.
As tears streamed down her cheeks, Dahlia felt her chest tighten with each sob. It was as if her heart was being torn apart repeatedly, the pain refusing to diminish. She likened herself to a spent cigarette, slowly burning out and crushed underfoot. The agony was relentless, echoing through her being until she wished she could simply remove her heart to escape the ceaseless ache, even if just for a moment's respit
