Of Loss and Longing.

She just laid on the floor like someone pushed her hard onto it. The walls mocked at her pain, singing the melancholy she was tryin' so hard to escape. It was in that moment, she felt as weak. Like every bit of her was falling apart. She was scattered all over the floor, yet in one single piece. Loads of misery trapped in that body. Her heart must've ached, limbs must've got numb and eyes must've cried. It was painful to even see what she was going through, put apart bearing the same.
We are all fools in this great wide world, fooled by all the lies, all the fake smiles. Just a curve on someone's face makes us escape the reality and believe in the erroneous. She wasn't doing a thing I could understand. Just laying there, gazing at the ceiling in amazement, wondering how it survived all these years without a scar, unlike her soul. Not a noise except of the winds which played their happy song, contrary to the gloom that had stuck her heart.
Her body was bruised, hurt, swollen but she had made it through. But this time, it was the soul which was set on fire. She couldn't have thought in her wildest dreams that such an apocalypse would strike her life, leaving her abandoned by the ones she had loved the most.
It had been three days since she laid there, not making even the slightest movement. And finally, her soul whispered, "Enough for this lifetime love. You don't deserve as bad." ,as it departed from the body which had lost all trace of hope.
Then the heartbeat raised for a tiny fleeting second, and then, stopped forever.